I'm being chased by a grey bulldozer: Oh Jesus, I Need a Title...Good Enough

Thanksgiving break has commenced, and I am now unhappily at home. It's whatever I guess, I've been seeing people from school such as Maryah, Marc (here currently), and Niloc. Also: I've been spending lots of time with horribly sick Matt. I was going to go to a Streetlight Manifesto show in Albany with some kids from school, and I was all excited. But I decided I was too poor, and reluctantly I told them I couldn't meet them to go. I ended up spending the night watching movies with Matt, and it was a good time.

I've been doing the drawing thing, so I suppose I'll post some of that, since that's the point of the blog and all. Oh man. I visited my family on Friday and we did a Thanksgiving-ish thing with my uncle Scott, since he's in town and is leaving to go back to Cali today. I foolishly brought my sketchbook in order to have something to do. I got unwillingly raped, as the sketchbook was pried from my hands and its contents were exposed. When I attempted to explain that this was not an exhibition and I was not pleased, I got yelled at and called selfish. Ok.

I suppose I really only give the URL to people I want to see it. And whoever stumbles upon it is fine. My family...enh...I don't want them oogling the sick contents of my brain-type organ.

So, huff and ugg. Here are the photos...

This is one that has been completed for a while, but I guess I forgot to post it. It's a group project by Marc and I, advertising these sick light-up pencil-sharpeners we have. I know the small writing is difficult to read (don't forget to click to enlarge, you guys!) but there's not a whole lot I'm going to do about it. So there.

This is one I drew in the dining hall. Nate came by, and I pointed to the picture and said it was him. And so, this is a little alien named Nate. And his dog, Not-Nate.

On Monday night, when Zach and I were returning from a show in Burlington we stumbled upon a horse just walking around in the road at midnight. Stupid horse that ran away. This is what I imagine he looks like in horse-world:

This is one that Marc and I thought up while watching a strange movie. I had to draw it immediately. I did the inking during class, not realizing how strange it truely seemed. Sorry, for the photo, the flash kind of wrecked the black at the bottom. Also: I didn't feel like drawing feet because they are hard to draw. So are hands. A box of chocolates and a kitty fix everything!

This is the picture I made that time when my family raped my sketchbook. It's a tad more autobiographical than I'm willing to admit. We'll leave it at that.