I Walked to Starbucks in the Rain.

Morning = art = Government Man comic commences.

I'll only stop drawing for texts. Damn my cell addiction.

Money Mocha cafe, run by the head barista, Kennedy. (So named because his design was originally a drawing of the Kennedy brothers.)

Crappy school laptop.

The Thomas Hardy story we're analyzing for our group essay. Features my new favorite word: Phlegmatically.

Paige is the queen of absurd comfy outfits.

Check out those pockets!

The glorious skip hallway, located behind the auditorium.

It's almost like going to heaven.

"Hi freshman screen partner. Ummm so you're gonna hate me, but I'ma stop and take pictures occasionally. Kay?"

Stapling, aka stress management.

Turns out I can't operate a stapler.

At least I can operate proper grammar though. (Plurals and contractions - get them right!)

This-a-way.

Ah, they joys of sharpie.

Obnoxious, giggling harlots.

A cure for obnoxious, giggling harlots?

Finished my screen, worked on Government Man.

By the way, yes, Money Mocha = Starbucks. Starshmucks was already taken by Foamy the Squirrel.

A side-by-side of the mockup and the actual drawing.

And another.

DUN DUN DUN the moment we've all been waiting for: STORYBOOK WEDNESDAY! (est. today)

We read "Where the Wild Things Are" to Shannon today.

Because her parents are clearly not human and never read it for her.

Alex was a wonderful narrator, as you can see. Shannon was skeptical at first, as you can also see.

Everybody look at Max, cause he's sailing on a boat.

:)

Take a good, hard look at that mother-fucking boat.

It's everyone's favorite line, admit it.

There's the wild rumpus.

More rumpus-age

Shannon was no longer skeptical. We have successfully converted her to humanity.

A page of win.

Various poles. Tadpole, radpole, sadpole, and gladpole. Note the stripper pole at the bottom, with what is either a plus-size stripper or a bunny rabbit.

Shannon's beautiful hand drawing.

Okay listen. I appreciate the acting class, and I appreciate my advisor, and I appreciate student-directing the play I'm in.

But I want out.

(Top Ten lists are in the making for cast party. No one [aka everyone except Miss F and Sabrina the Teeny Bitch] is safe.)