today was such good.

long winded explanation under the cut!

i woke up bright and early like nobody should on a saturday, running late to class which i was so sure would be horrible, and intuitively felt that i would inevitably drop - i mean, class on a fucking saturday moning until 3pm? school has to be pretty fucking unbelievable to keep me motivated to do that. Cartooning 1 was the class. it sounds like bullshit, anyway.

then my car didn’t start for ten minutes, and i sat there blankly, immediately assuming it must be a divine sign telling me to go curl back up in bed and forgo going to class. but then i tried one more time, and the car started, to my simultaneous relief and annoyance. i zoomed off to class!

i walked into the room full of people coyly drawing in their sketchbooks, probably hoping someone else would compliment their work or somehow strike up conversation based on their talent or the subject matter on the page: a tactic i used in highschool often and to much success, but it doesn’t work when everyone in the fucking room is doing it. a room full of silent art nerds, none willing to instigate conversation. beautiful. i reluctantly sat down. eventually i was accompanied by a somewhat attractive guy that probably listens to punk and watches adventuretime, a 300 pound fellow with a flesh-tone beard who was reading a book on the theory of D&D, and a timid girl with perfect makeup for 8:45 AM on a saturday who looked like she was in the wrong place.

slowly but surely, this became the best school experience sans my best friends i’ve ever experienced. we were told by our vulgar, sarcastic, and young professor to fold a paper into 9 sections and draw one thing in the first panel with a caption. I asked if I could draw something adult, and he excitedly replied with “I don’t see any minors in here!” and I persisted in drawing a cyclops cat exclaiming “I AM HORNY”. so, so naive. i was so sure i was pushing the envelope. we then sent the papers around the room for people to finish the comics. mine returned, saturated with rape and many more vulgarities than i attempted. i then saw others, which were rich with veiny cocks and period jokes and borderline pornography. i was shocked in the most beautiful way.

“now, as you can see, everyone in this class is sick. absolutely sick. fucked up. demented. if this exercise were a psychoanalytic test, you would all be hospitalized immediately.”  our professor said very proudly as he toured the room. he was absolutely right. i was surrounded by perverse, neurotic, fucked up artists who liked to be funny and all wanted to one up each other in the absurdity department. i was surrounded by 40 me’s of different shapes and sizes. my section even once broke into an impromptu acapella cover of the pokemon fight music, which was just as cringingly embarrassing and annoying as it sounds. it was beautiful.

and i made friends! that never happens! and in a few weeks, our class assignment is to sneak into the swap meet together and follow people and draw them. i cannot wait. and our final is to create a full-on comic book. yes! yes!

this is going to be an amazing semester… and i hate school.

then i baked cheesecakes with davis and alex, played videogames, then we made a burrito feast. that was all well and good. now i’m tired, happy, full of burrito and writing this to an invisible audience. this will be an exceedingly prolific few months, and i’m so overjoyed for it. shit! and i’m going to europe for the first time in two months! SHIT’S GETTING BETTER AND BETTER. now let’s just hope davis buys me jewels for valentine’s day. perhaps diamonds, an overflowing plethora of diamonds