Pretty sure I had something in mind to go with this. Oh well.

"Now that's a good girl. There's that pretty smile."

Every now and then the thought dissolves into my psyche: Huh. My brother is dead.
Sometimes I think about the things that have happened throughout the past couple of years and...well...anyway.

These kinda things happen every day to people who very well didn't deserve it.

"Meh."

I suppose I'll forever be in the crowd that looks at other artists and thinks, "How the fuck do they make it look so easy?!"

Admittedly, I have no idea what I'm doing. I just remember someone out there is worse than me and get on with my life.

She has that condition that makes you have two different color eyes...except it's worse...they're two different eyes entirely. (she doesn't really like to talk about it)

When I started out drawing as a preteen, I drew a lot of women and pretty boys with long hair and bangs. That's where anime fandom gets ya. Have you ever noticed how boys in shoujo manga are rarely ever without fringe?

*cough* Not that I'd know anything about that.

I'm always drawing girls and girly boys, though. I like a more soft, curvy body, so I'm a bit biased towards them. I need to cut that shit out, though. Gawd. Sexist...

So yeah, I have a hard time drawing most aspects of the head: hairline, shape, sideburns etc. They're usually covered by hair, so...

Sometimes I even forget the correct positioning of the ear. I really have to watch out for them in my more serious projects.

Another thing I'm learning about is the neck of a man. It's a bit more complex as you have the Adam's apple and the muscles that lead into the collarbone. But I really like them...so sexy... (#￣(oo)￣#)~~

So what is the guy above doing, you ask? Well, I originally thought something like gardening, but now that I think about it, he could be playing basketball, too. Though, both work up a sweat and it doesn't seem he's doing much of that... Maybe he's holding out a mirror to look at himself.
I call it...Narcissus...

It makes me happy when my images come out at least half way what I was picturing. Today's 5 Minute Draw was pretty much exactly what I saw in my head.

Yes: She's doing a ballet interpretation of the chicken dance.

Seriously - what else can you draw from that position? Though, I kinda feel like she's trying to imitate a duck.

 I've always wanted to be able to capture motion really well in my drawings. I can't stand when subjects are stiff as a board. No one's ever completely still, unless they're modeling. And even then, there is a flow of energy and body language that must be captured, or else it doesn't work.

 I've been listening to a lot of My Chemical Romance today. I haven't listened to them since I was a teen. I don't know if their songs still hold up for me (well it's not like they're obsolete anyway; far from it), but their sound pretty much describes how I feel today.

La la la la la la la - la la la la la la la - la la la la la la la - cluck cluck cluck cluck!

Sometimes it takes me a day or so to react to certain things.

If this kind of thing keeps up, I think I will die...

Today's Breakfast: White Chocolate-Raspberry Pancakes with a Strawberry Reduction and Chocolate Drizzle, and a Strawberry Daiquiri. ヽ( *´(oo)`*)ノ ♡

When I think of the simple joys of living alone, such as lying in bed after a hot shower, eating delicious pancakes and drinking fruity girl drinks, watching anime and drawing octopi, I am reminded that I don't actually live alone and that mornings like these are a rare occurrence. ┐(￣(oo)￣)┌

I enjoy my solitude. That's because solitude is freedom: freedom to do as you please without worrying about how it looks or what others feel about it. Family, house mates, lovers--don't need 'em. Not in my house, anyway. But maybe I'll get a cat. （〃￣(oo)￣〃）

Today just seemed like a day for strawberries, though.

(Wow, this is the first time I've finished a post well under the 5 minute mark! Σ(⊙(oo)⊙) )

This took more like six or seven minutes, but you must understand...I love octopi.

For me, the best part about cooking is eating letting other people try my food and knowing they liked it. I especially like to bake desserts for this reason. Though, I still have to work on making desserts look pretty...

I've always envied patisseries that display those gorgeous mini cakes with delicate designs that made you feel guilty just for eating it. Just for the art of it, I've always wanted to be able to do that. But, at the end of the day, all that really matters is the taste.

Food art is something I've never really tried but always wanted to try. Like, a Rilakkuma bentou or cappuccino cream art or something. I like when food just looks like good food, too, though. Like, it's not so fancy, but presentation does matter. The whipped cream atop a latte, for instance, or a few parsley leaves to garnish mushroom stroganoff, or the moist chocolate chip-ness of a chocolate chip cookie. Those are all art in some way or another, as well. And it's art that you want to eat.

Return of the Eyeball

I awoke to the heinous throbbing of my TMJ and the sound of four feet lumbering across the boards overhead, rather than the usual two. It will be a while before science realizes that quadrupedal humans are the way of the future, so I could only assume that an unfamiliar body had been invited into our home. Ugh. I had to go greet her.

 The worst part about having a terminally ill family member in the house, I think, is having people in an out of your living room all day and night. Doctors, nurses, social workers, supply deliveries--every single one expecting you to greet them with a smile when it's too early in the morning for you to not hate them.

 Hell, even my own body hated me. I was sure of it as I glared balefully at a box of Reese's puffs just long enough to hear my stomach lust after it. I walked away. How can I eat when it's like I've been shot in the face?

Naturally, I couldn't smile either. Not that I was always a pro at it... But, as I greeted the new nurse with an unconvinced Good Morning, I watched her shift from foot to foot, no doubt taken aback by my knitted eyebrows and deflated demeanor. The longer we stood, the tighter my face began to screw.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that I was able to safely retreat to my sanctuary in the darkness of closed eyelids atop a lumpy bed, teary-eyed with pain and worn with displeasure.

Sometimes when I'm drawing something strange or controversial I get really conscious of people walking behind me and potentially seeing my screen. I don't know why. No, rather, I can't decide on a reason.

Is it shame? Or perhaps is it the fact that I'm exhausted with their likely intolerance for subject matter that isn't PG and PC? It feels like the former is a product of the latter.

I don't set out to shock people who don't want to be shocked. On the other hand, I don't think anything I draw is particularly shocking, anyway. But in this episode of Desperate Housewives suburbia, perhaps an orc babe with spiked nips is a bit unorthodox.

But, then again, so is walking around in your panties, singing  If I Only Had A Brain.
Oh, this crazy world!

Fuck, my head hurts. Seriously, can't I just talk about how much my head hurts for five minutes? Damn.

'Cause, like, I have absolutely nothing to talk about. This inspiration business...it's fickle, ain't it? One minute I'm like, "GUYS. Orc babe with spikey tits!"

"No...No I'm not on pot."

But that doesn't happen very often. Sometimes I wonder if the people around me can appreciate the time and effort it takes for some people to get inspired, let alone pull art and literature out of their asses and act like it was nothing. Pfft, yeah, it only comes naturally after weeks of sulking, coffee, sex, and pot.

But it's nice when inspiration comes and manifests itself exactly in the way you pictured it. Instead of forcing it out like a shit, you get this explosion of creativity and self-assurance and it's...well...orgasmic.

And then you're a one hit wonder. ╮(─(oo)─)╭

I really need to find other things to post...

Well, this is a new segment of my blog called "5 Minute Draw & Blog." Yeaaaa. It can't hurt. I wouldn't have touched this thing otherwise. (; ￣(oo)￣)ノ
So I'll draw some random thing within a 5 minute time frame and post it with a post that I've written in 5 minutes. What's that? You hear an impending train wreck coming my way?

So if there's one thing I've learned during my very first time drawing anything in under 5 minutes, it's that I can't draw shit in under 5 minutes. Hopefully this is one of those things where it gets better with practice...because....yeesh...

I wonder why so many artists are obsessed with eyes. I used to think they were so difficult to draw (prettily) until I learned the basic shapes for them and realized the beauty in such a simple design that, with a little attention, turns into a discernible object. Unlike hair. Fuck hair. All of my humans will be bald from now on!! (;;◣(oo)◢) 凸

Well, using these methods I will try to get better at my craft. I really didn't want to blog about the 5 Minute Draw & Blog (first rule of Fight Club), but that's all I could really think about. Considering I just rolled out of bed to do this, I'm lucky to have been able to think about anything except "Gruuuuuu...."

Already I'm off to a poor start, though. The 5 minute bell rang about 40 seconds ago. 
(シ_ _)シ

I'd like to call this my art blog, except *shrug* I don't really do a whole lot by way of art. I do like to talk a lot, though. And post stuff. So, instead, I'll call this my everything blog. Hmmkay? (￣(oo)￣)ﾉ

Let's see...well, I like a few things. Cats, anime, manga, food, beards, food, cats, food...
I also like to play The Sims a lot. In fact, I procrastinated starting this blog while playing The Sims. It's the alternate universe in which I live happily. Owning the town and firing people at will is really fun when you're not busy seducing maids and neglecting annoying little sim babies.

You've probably guessed that I harbor a flawed perception of life. Don't worry, though, I'm cool with it. ( ´(oo)`)

Hum...what else is there to say?

I don't know! q (￣(oo)￣) p