These are carrots, bitch.
These little fuckers are sushi wraps.
Here's some goddamn candy.
Holy shit, look at all that fucking candy.
Bitches and hoes! It's a lollipop.
I apologize for any vulgarity which may have occurred in the last few photos.
(Hot damn... That lollipop isn't real... I drew it.)
Exploring what it might look like to draw an empty candy wrapper... but that's a photo, not a drawing.
Doing an AP exam contest. The winner within period 2 is compared to the winner of period 9, and the overall winner is awarded with ice cream sandwiches.
Sorry, gusto.
I feasted on some tasty carrot-soy sushi, hand-wrapped by yours truly!
Alex (Finally having recovered from Swine...) rants and raves about some bitch or another.
Oh damn, Nathaniel. I'm taking pictures. WHAT NOW?! I'VE ONLY BEEN TAKING THEM ALL YEAR.
Robert joked that I was taking a crotch shot of him. So I did.
This spurred a conversation about crotch shots. Which moved me to take a few more.
Nathaniel clearly has nothing to show.
Kiana and Breawna (they rhyme) pose for a picture in between classes.
"What if we stood here like this all period?""People would just come take pictures of you. You're cute."
Too bad he likes boys, Emily.
Kara gets reprimanded for having a camera out. She then promptly leaves class and naps in the auditorium.
I HAS A BUKKIT
NOOOOO HE BE TAKIN MA BUKKIT
Kian and I jam on a pink sparkly guitar on the hall floor.
This was our audience.
This was my percussion.
This is the owner of the pink sparkly guitar. She enjoyed the jam very much.
No comments:
Post a Comment