Learning.

So I was in Math class this morning going through a bunch of equations and I couldn't help but start to make my own equations. Equations that were WAY more interesting than the ones being taught.

Math + Morning = Boring

Math + Free Money = Less Boring

Math - Math = Awesome

Large - Small = Medium

Torso + Legs = Human

Torso × Legs = Freak

Torso ÷ Legs = Dead

Up to you

You can interpret this any way you want. There's just something about a person with a flower for a head. I don't know. It's magical.


Or stupid.

The Adventures of Lombard and Oliver.

It was a dark and stormy and night, everyone in the village of Weesoma was in a deep sleep. Everyone except Lombard the Toy Wolf and Oliver the Pumpkin. Sleep will not be on their "To Do List" tonight. If you must know, THIS is what's on their list.



You see, Oliver and Lombard are the unofficial protectors of the village, and tonight they will have their work cut out for them. For two G.I. Joe ninjas have a little "To Do List" of their own.



"These Ninjas make me sick." Said Lombard putting down the To Do List they stole. "They don't at all understand the importance of protein."

"Well I'm a little more worried about that whole 'Destroy the village' thing." said Oliver.

"Right, yeah we should probably worry about that first. What's their gameplan?"

"I have no idea. I'm just a pumpkin. You usually do everything and I seem to get half the credit for some reason."

"Oh crap."

To be continued...

Apple

Well, I was walking to class the other day and noticed some kid walking towards me with a nice green apple in his hand. I didn't really think anything of it, people walking around with apples isn't too unusual. So I kept walkin' and walkin' and once he was about 10 feet from me I saw him throw down his apple hard onto the pavement, "What the tuna??" I thought to myself, "That's gonna splatter everywhere!" But something very peculiar happened, it didn't splatter at all. In fact, it bounced perfectly back up into his hand. Was this some sort of magical apple? A distant cousin of the magical orb? I looked a little closer at what he was holding and a rush of self embarrassment came over me. He was holding a tennis ball.

Halloween

Well, Halloween is coming up before too long now. The days are getting cold and gloomy (in a good way) and people are starting to put up the good ol' fake graveyard lawn ornaments. This is all good and fun, I love this time of year, but I'm starting to get worried. I'm might go to a Halloween party this year so I'll have to wear some sort of costume AND IT NEEDS TO BE GOOD! I'm not gonna dress up like spiderman or the headless horseman or bill clinton. I need something good. Like....I'll take a bunch of shirts on hangers and put them on my arms and call myself "A walkin' closet." Get it?! HA!

Recent thoughts.

I've been thinking about some random questions lately. If anyone feels like answering go right ahead, I haven't made ANY progress with these. At all. It's really quite depressing.

Is chocolate pudding the food form of happiness?

Do some dogs comprehend a lot more than we realize?

Why is the gunk in your eye when you wake up in the mornings called "sleep"? It's so lame to call it "sleep" merely because you got it while sleeping. Why don't we start calling sweat "exercise"?

When is the next time I'm ever gonna say "by the way"? I NEVER say that.

Is it just me or do people seem to have a sixth sense that can detect when I'm staring at them?

Why are some things unnecessarily referred to as pairs? Like a pair of pants. You're only buying one. And sure, I guess it covers both your legs but a sweatshirt covers your torso and both your arms AND your head if it has a hood.

Crazy Stuff.

A nice little picture.

I'm gonna have a very busy weekend. I'm gonna be more busy than Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. So I will post a pretty picture and just wait to see when I'll be able to post again.

A nice little story.

There once were three saints. Their names were Saint Uffed, Saint Arving and Saint Upid. Saint Uffed and Saint Arving were twin brothers and Saint Upid had a hard time telling which was which sometimes. One day Saint Upid walked up to one of the twins and said, "Hello, Saint Uffed." To this the saint replied, "I'm not St. Uffed. I'm St. Arving, St. Upid."

Note.

I would like to point out the fact that I do realize I had a couple typos in the last post. And I will not correct them.

Again...

Well, it's that time of day again: Night. Which means I have never better to do than sit down and draw something.