Lame Update

Ugh!  So the Introductions are taking FOREVER!!!  I totally planned on having them all done by October, but that's just not going to happen.  I've been working on part 4 for the last couple of days and yeah, I don't have the patience for it.  I know that I really should be working on part 3.  I have all of the drawings colored in, I just don't know what exactly to say about everyone.  It only has 3 people in it too.  It would have 4 but I don't really feel like saying anything about that 4th person.  I guess I could draw a few other people, but I'm too lazy to do that.  I should make a deadline.  All introductions will be done by the 2nd week of October.  I'm also trying to think of other comic possibilities.  I know I need to make one about Cara and I was thinking about making a comparison one about certain superheroes.  Perhaps I'll make the comparisons in a series.  Like "Comparisons: Redneck vs. Hick."  That was just an example, but now I want to do it.   Anyways, I need to get ready to tell my dad that I'm going to Whopper Wednesday when I'm actually going over to Cameron's.  I'm such a good child aren't I :)

Why I Love Finding Old Class Notes

 The other day I stumbled upon a couple old notebooks I had from high school and that one semester of college that I'd rather not talk about.  The first notebook I found was my high school astronomy notebook.  I must have thoroughly enjoyed that class considering my whole page full of intense notes on Earth, the Moon, and Jupiter...

The next notebook I found was from my college Western Civilization class.  What an interesting class that was.  I was stuck between two friends that I knew from high school.  Anyways I found a page about the Catholic reformation...

At this point I decided to just cut out all of the little doodles worth showing to all of you.  I didn't have scissors, though, so I used a pen.  And yes, the pope drawing is in there again.  I just thought it was so awesome that you would all want to see it again. 

This is actually kind of weird that I'm putting up my notes.  I hated it when people would look at my notes, so I started writing in Aurebesh.  And yes, I know Aurebesh.  Please don't ask me why...

Introduction Part II

Hooray!  I am in a much better mood today!  I woke up at 3 this morning for no reason so everything is back to normal :).  Well, since I'm giving up on introducing all of my non-followers out there to myself, I've decided to move on and introduce you to the next person on my list.

This is Princess.  He's my best friend and my favorite husband.  We're married.  Not for real, but figuratively.  He's basically the funnest, most awesome person in the whole universe.  I think I would die without him.  And just so all of you know he is NOT gay.  Yes, I call him Princess and yes, he is a cheerleader for Purdue. And he may enjoy shopping just a bit too much...but that's beside the point.  Anyways, I love Brett.  I didn't used to, though.  See we used to jump rope together.  For about 7 or 8 years actually.  We were on a team called the Hopping Hoosiers (which are no more I'm sad to say :(  ).  And when he first joined, I HATED him.  He had only been on the team for a few weeks and I had been on the team for a few years and he could already do stuff that I had never even seen before.  I was extremely jello and extremely mean to him because of it.  But one day our coach decided that we should be partners because we're in the same age group.  I was so mad at first, but then I realized, "Dude, this kid is actually pretty awesomely hilarious!" :D  So yeah, he started asking me for rides to all of our shows and all of our competitions and we had many happy adventures ever since.  Anyways, in the summers when he's actually home, we celebrate Whopper Wednesday.  It's basically a holiday, hands down.  And when he's not there, I go by myself and make memorials out of my food.  Like this:

People stare at me, but I don't care.  It's tradition.  I live for tradition because I hate change.  Change is scary and unnecessary!  Anyways, I need to take a shower and get ready to go to my dad's graduation, soooo...yeah.  Later, y'allzes! :)

Whatever

You know what?  I don't even care.  I'm going to write whatever I want right now.  I'm in a horrible mood and I feel like writing.  I would normally say these things out loud...aloud? but no one is listening.  I suppose I should start from the beginning, where my bad mood first started.  Well, let's see...last night I didn't get home until 1 o'clock (so I guess technically that would have been this morning).  Now, that's usually not a problem.  I stay up late all the time doing basically nothing because I have no life.  But I get home and 1 and I basically pass out in my bed.  That right there is unusual.  It takes me forever to fall asleep because my mind can't stop thinking about nothing for about two hours.  So anyways, I'm sleeping and I have weird crazy-ass dreams.  I usually have weird crazy-ass dreams, so that's not part of my bad mood.  Anyways, I wake up and I don't look at the time because who cares? And then I hear my phone go off.  I check it and see that I have 3 text messages from none other than my boyfriend (which really isn't surprising because he's like my alarm clock).  Well since I'm looking at my phone and what-not I check the time and holy shit it's 11 AM.  Who the hell wakes up at 11 Am?  Apparently I do.  So I respond to his texts in which he thought I had died.  Then I get up and go pee and let my dog out and get the mail.  Nothing for me of course because no one even wants to send me junk mail.  I call my dog to come back in the house, but what does she do?  Her own thing.  I swear on my life I will end up killing her some day.  She doesn't listen.  Even her puppy preschool teacher was like, "Yeah, I've never seen a dog so stubborn before..."  Great.  That's just wonderful.  So FINALLY she comes back in the house and I get on my computer and laze about for awhile when my dog starts randomly barking at nothing.  The fur on her ass is sticking straight up and she wakes up my sister.  That wouldn't be so bad if my sister wasn't constantly in a bad mood.  Ever since she started working at that horse barn she's turned into 24-hour annoyed chick.  She constantly yells at things and complains.  Okay, I will admit that that sounds like me, but I have fun also...she doesn't.  So she gets up and takes a shower whilst I'm sitting and eating my off-brand Cap'n Crunch (probably the highlight of my day).  And I go out to survey the siding that my mom had asked me to paint.  I am sick of painting.  She's asked me to paint the trim around the windows.  Then when I was done with that she asked me to paint the porch.  Painting the porch requires lots of scraping and wasp killing and spider web cleaning.  It took FOREVER!!!  But I got it done on Saturday, thank God.  When I told her I was done she was like, "You're not done.  You have to paint the siding, too."  What the hell.  Dumb!  At least it's only a little part that I have to paint!  Anyways, it's aluminum siding and it needs this special stuff primed on it before it's painted. So yesterday I spray the primer stuff and get it all over my hands then check the can to see when I can actually paint.  Yeah, it says, "DRYS FULLY IN 24 HOURS!!!" all angry-like.  Not really, I'm just trying to be dramatic.  So I roll my eyes and let it dry and go out today to paint it.  It's windy.  Like...blow me over because I weigh 100 lbs windy.  But I'm just like, "I don't give a shit anymore...I'm going to paint and get it all over myself because I want to get this damn thing done."  So I paint.  And I almost die because it's windy and the ladder wasn't all that stable.  I clean out the roller and the paint tray and get water all over myself.  I hate getting wet.  Then I go inside and my sister tries talking to me.  Why not respond and such, right?  Well, she gets all bitchy and starts to hate on me because I enjoy watching Avatar: The Last Airbender.  She's like, "People who watch anime are crazy dumbass freaks who go around pretending that stuff is real!"  Okay, she really didn't say that, but she might as well have.  And I'm all like, "Avatar is NOT anime!  It is an American cartoon with Japanese-style cartoon influence!" because I kind of agree with her on the anime-watchers thing.  I had to keep my dignity, you know?!  And then she goes writing on my Facebook wall saying, "you know im not listening to anything you're saying right now."  Well you know you're a stupid jerk-face?!  At this point I'm starting to die of starvation so I go and look for the chips that I had bought a few days ago.  They're gone.  Why is it that whenever I buy food, I'm never the one to eat it because someone else gets to it before me?  Do I have to label my food now?!  What has this world become?!  Ugh!  I'm done writing.  This whole post probably makes no sense, but I don't care.  No one's going to read it anyways...

Introduction Part I

Hello all of my non-readers out there!  I was originally going to have one gigantic blog post for this, but it's taking forever to draw all of the people.  So I'll split it up into parts.  Anyways, this part here is all about me.

This is me.  I drew that, and it's pretty damn accurate if I say so myself.  Some people **ahem** Tony, David, Paul, and Regie **cough cough** don't appreciate it as much as I do.  Anyways, I'm just going to write about myself and decided to give you all a picture so you know where all of this nonsense is coming from.  My name is Kristina or xina.  It's easier to type.  My friend Tracey came up with it (you'll meet her later.  Most likely in Part IV.) It's like taking the "Christ" out of "Christmas" and making it "xmas" but with my name.  People pronounce it as xena when it's really x-ina.  But I digress...why am I doing this?  You all don't care about any of this.  You all don't care that I hate pants and wear shorts all the time.  Actually, I'm in a pretty bad mood.  My allergies are going psychotic on me today and my hair is being a bitch and a half.  I've had to paint for the MILLIONTH time today.  Grrr-ness!  My dog is being obnoxious and my sister is being quite bitchy herself (don't tell her I said that).  Maybe I should postpone this little tid-bit about myself for some other time.  I don't even know.  You know what, you'll all get to know me by what I have to say about other people...so I'm done writing for now.  Toodles!

Aloha All!

I'm done.  Done with making random notes on Facebook and having no one read them that is.  So I'm going to write here from now on and have no one read what I say.  It seems more appropriate that way.  And just a little tid-bit of information: this blog isn't going to be about anything specific.  It's just going to be random scribbles.  And by that I mean that some days I'll have writing that's complete psychoticness, drawings of complete psychoticness, or rants.  I'm sure there will be more rants than anything else, though.  I like to complain.  Complaining makes me feel like I'm doing something in the world.  By addressing my complaints to the world, some one else can do something about it.  If I did something about it I would have nothing to complain about anymore and my whole world as I know it would come crashing down before my very own feet.  And I don't want that.  Anyways, I'm hungry so I'm going to traverse to the kitchen to eat none other than the off-brand Cap'n Crunch I just bought from the most evil establishment on this entire planet.  I shall rant about my experience sometime within the next couple...months.  Alrighty, that is all :)