had cartooning again today
another long winded explanation of my day under ze cut!
this is the first class i’ve had at occ that actually feels like what i think is the “college experience” - i mean, i’ve only been enrolled in 8 different courses so far, but still. i’m actually making friends, which is something i rarely do in the setting of a classroom, considering the fact that i normally just sit in classes and hate everyone around me for no reasons other than irrationality and recreation. and in this class, even though i dislike a lot of them, i actually like a lot of them too!
the first exciting revelation was looking at this fella’s sketchbook (remember the guy i referred to briefly as someone who “probably listens to punk and watches adventuretime?” that’s this guy, and he had 2 adventure time themed comics in his book. aptly judged, me.) and he had a drawing of the scout with his bat. i think i literally gasped, put my hands to my mouth like an excited toddler, and breathily exclaimed “team fortress!” then proceeded to both boast/self-deprecate about how shamefully good i am at that game, and the obscene amount of hours i’ve logged in. me, along with several other guys, discussed different classes of team fortress for awhile, and i felt so damn giddy. anyway, i decided i really want to be his friend. i think his name is garrett. his comics were really sad and funny and about heartbreak and i just want to play video games with him and console him about how fucky love can be. i don’t know. he shared his almonds with me and explained to me his frightening reoccurring dreams. i hope he doesn’t ever find this and see how scary and weird i am, but it IS A RISK I AM WILLING TO TAKE.
we then were given the assignment to take our sketchbooks out around campus and draw 10 objects we saw, and one fellow suggested our little area go in a group - and we proceeded to sit on the ground outside for 2 hours, doodling, talking heavily of pokemon, dreams, and other things. i told them that i’m incredibly violent in my dreams and sometimes literally punch people to death who cross me, and a guy walked by, said he does the same thing, high fived me and sat down with us. sitting in the middle of a college campus with a little congregation of other artists, all engaged in conversation, somehow felt very collegiate and fulfilling. also, i’m really happy to be drawing with a purpose again rather than incessant mindless doodles every so often. we thought of all going to go to lunch together, but by the time 6 hours rolled around, we all just wanted to go the fuck home.
and most of this isn’t honestly noteworthy, but i’m such a god damn introvert that i’m really grateful to have found some people i get along with and share so much in common with that are outside of the like 4 people i regularly talk to. so meh yeah whatever i don’t know. my back hurts and i didn’t get enough sleep last night so i took a nap instead of hanging out with davis, and now i’m drawing, and waiting for this nyquil to lull me into a dead comatose sleep
