I was testing out some cloud brushes I made in Photoshop last night and went little crazy with them. Each drawing was done under an hour. I will be making a tutorial plus download to the brushes after I finish the Fisheye Placebo strip :)
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If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.Vargus, Archie’s Final Project
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I need to San Francisco.
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Some people don’t understand this.
I’m really not “panicked” in the probably traditional or what is seen as commonly so, as in, hyperventilating, crying, etc. I appear very calm too, not as stressed out (for me) as I might have looked, say, a week ago. And I’m still trying to figure out if I have reason to be legitimately scared (shitless) for this ap exam. Senior year, second semester/I’m going to college, my grade isn’t terrible, why would I care? Because it’s a $105 course that I could potentially earn credit for. Key word, potentially. I might possibly have the four units, 2 from previous tests and 2 from the two I took Friday. So I don’t know if I should be scared (what’s the point- I can’t possibly study that much in the time to get a 4, right?)… If it’s worth it.
Opportunity costs and trade-offs.
I’m really, really bad at econ.
Hmm.. Four “homecomings”. I attended two dances, and I believe three games.
Freshmen year, I was greeted with a surprise, nominated for freshman princess. I didn’t actively pursue it, but I was honored to be present as a nominee. The dance was new, as a freshman, I didn’t know what to expect. A lot of drama, which was interesting, because I was one privy to a lot of friends and “involved” in an uninvolved way. The dance itself didn’t start off great, and I honestly can’t remember so much otherwise. Sophomore year, I was nominated for princess again alongside my ex-boyfriend, and at first, I didn’t intend to go to the dance. My friend convinced me to go with her reasons (but I didn’t win, and I didn’t expect to), and my ex got upset because I went because she convinced me vs. because he wanted to go with me. Again, a night that went by (my memory is horrendous..)… Junior year, I didn’t go, but I did go to a friend’s preparty and took photos, etc. dressed up just for that. Senior year, I did not go to the dance, but apparently a lot of people had fun, and I think I went to the game. It was an okay game to watch, but we lost. And I was actually feeling pretty bad, because I was feeling pretty alone up there, sitting near couples or friends who had each other and I felt not included/alone, yeah. Boo, hoo.
Homecoming isn’t very exciting, huh? :/ Yeah, not studying for ap tests isn’t helping my mood. Next.
Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
No love,
Jilli
And make the pockets deeper, you soulless bastards.
You know what’s attractive?
Not this:
EVERYONE REBLOG THIS
On average, men’s pants have about 6 inch deep pockets.
IT’S 2013 AND WE STILL DON’T HAVE PANTS POCKETS EQUALITY
PANTS POCKETS EQUALITY!!!
petrichor. & life
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