I have a gym buddy that I meet weekly. In the past, we’ve gone to the gym on my campus, which allows one accompanied guest for free. Given my recent graduation, we’re scrambling to come up with new plans. This last week, we ended up at somewhere that wasn’t exactly a gym…
Me: (Snapchat to Girlfriend: Selfie of me smirking, tables in background, captioned: We definitely made it to the gym…)
Girlfriend: That looks like a bar…
Me: (Snapchat pictured below:
This is my gym friend.
Girlfriend: That’s the barriest looking gym I’ve ever seen.
Cheers to setting expectations at a very attainable level for 2016!
On par with my original shark drawing, I have taken to drawing on my forehead daily, because, I mean, why not? Here is the first week’s collection:
It should be noted that I actually have to draw on the bandaid when it’s on my head. Because I have to trim it to get around my hairline and eyebrow, it’s incredibly difficult to draw on the bandage and then apply it to my head. It’s actually more successful (and definitely more fun!) to put the bandage on and then practice my mirror drawing skills by drawing on my face. In permanent marker.
Fun story: on the Snowflakes day, I met some new friends, and one of them, upon actual discovery of my bandaids, said she had thought I had a face tattoo.
Also, for the record, positive biopsy results. So they’ll be scooping this baby out, and I’ll be drawing for a while more.
Visiting the ‘rents and their beasts this weekend…
Ok, pretty cute beasts
What’s orange and sounds like a parrot?
Melon 1: Let’s run away and get married!
Melon 2: I’m sorry… I cantaloupe!
What if you had to read every written thing you encountered?
I bet you would read really fast, but you might want to invest in horse blinders and stare at your shoes a lot, just to get through the day.
I could see this being a really bad movie. Something between Ella Enchanted and all those Jim Carrey ones where Morgan Freeman plays God.