
oh god this genderbend sketch of Tilda was buried under my laptop folders. She seriously looks like some tiny mafia punk who wants to look cool and uses way too much hair gel

oh god this genderbend sketch of Tilda was buried under my laptop folders. She seriously looks like some tiny mafia punk who wants to look cool and uses way too much hair gel

The only thing I really haven’t liked in this school so far are the computer classes; teacher goes too fast forward with things and talks so… unclearly that everything just goes through my head. also why does our school use IE as their web browser……….
So I finally did something regarding to this post of mine what I’ve been wanting to do for a while.

SO COOL SKIIS. LOOK HOW EAGERLY HE LOOKS AT THOSE SKIIS.
Dust definitely wants to ask Dr.Cossack to get him skiis for next Christmas
And then this would happen

Never get those skiis, Dust. Never. Add Skull in the happenings and there will be explosions too or at least an avalanche
How? Why?
Because magical girl Toppy-chan.
Aaah I felt bad for not saving this canvas before going to sleep. But now I can continue my work with other program though (after school project stuff boss fights)! c: Thanks Cap!

testing Sai after a long time (I’d really need to buy the license for it….), feels better than photoshop. Maybe I could get something finally done with this software.

Yes, good, MS Paint is splendid for doodles of things I plan or try to think of.
It’s hard to draw a walking vacuum cleaner humanified
My new job: picking strawberries from 6 AM to 2 PM with Russian-like-language talking people (probably from Latvia?), employer being one crazy old man (not so near neighbour). My stepmom just threw me in that job after hearing from the local market place that they’re short on the pickers.
I’m still alive after two days, whoaah my back and legs. I shall keep on fighting those strawberry bushes as long as I can (especially those dusty and moldy strawberries)!

reminder to myself: start drawing that comicdiary already so you have something to remember when you’re an old hag