Premeditated Misconduct

So you get drawings instead of writing.

First you get anime-style sketches of my werewolf assassin, Gabriel.
Her first appearance on paper, which is a little rough, of course.
Cleaned up a bit. After a few tries, I nailed this look as her final draft, which I am really happy with.
Because everyone loves a naked werewolf
Chibi Gabriel! Awwww, she's so cute!

Next up:
Bad Envy fanart! Huzzah!
(Man, this sketch is old! It's from, like, last May, when I decided that Envy in a pair of cut-off Daisy-Duke shorts was a must in my life. However, I just couldn't bring myself to draw a realistic...um, bulge...as he should have. Just couldn't.)

But sometimes I REALLY, ACTUALLY draw!
A draco-corn from a D&D campaign I played in once. Fiddled with this a little in Photoshop, but not much. The colors really are that luscious and vibrant on paper. ^_^ Prismacolor pencils on smooth grain paper.

And the creme de le creme:
An anthropomorphic doe crucified.
Blessed are the Meek
I was doing a lot of reading about animal rights and liberation theology, and it occurred to me: if Jesus came to embody all human suffering, why not all animal suffering as well? This is the result of that musing.
I love pointillism. I don't know why, but I do. Sick, huh? This was done in a week, using .3 Micro Pigma markers and fine-point black Sharpies on rough grain paper.
Here's a detail


Maybe I'll scan in my kirin later, as I am inordinately proud of how that one came out.
But there you go.

So... my therapist-- Xan-- finally decided that I need to take the crazies test and possibly get put on meds.
This is because I told her about my funfunfun week in Ashland; damn, if I had known that's all it would take to get my Zoloft...
I think I frustrate her a lot. I also think she's just trying-- at this point-- to get me to say that I feel "sad" (instead of frustrated/annoyed/angry/disheartened) and to say that I am lonely, which even though I am most of the time, I won't say, though I'll agree with her when she says it.

I got another A- on a Historical paper.
I wish I could be just like Paul-sensei! If I were male, and it legal, I'd marry the man; I love him so damn much-- and I don't even really know why! I absolutely do not understand my infatuation with him, not at all. Although at the potluck on Tuesday before class, I did find out that I'm not the only one. Apparently, he has a small cult following, and no one really gets why they like him so much.
I guess that's what you call charisma!

I also think the married male TA in Historical was hitting on me. !O.o;;; And the chiropractor that's in the class told me that my ribs still hurt-- yeah, still, two weeks after the fact-- because I probably cracked the cartilage. Skippy. And then he told me that he was trying to get rid of some computers; did I want his number?
(Even though he says that they're still Windows 98 and not too much better than the one I've currently got, I'm thinking that I can salvage some of the parts; I mean, what the hell? it's free.)

Speaking of that, I'm browsing computers on the internet, but realize I have no idea what I'm looking for. Could someone give me some stats so that I can have a basis for comparison?
(Like this: "Intel Pentium 4 Processor, 2.8GHz, 512MB RAM, 200GB Hard Drive, 4X DVD+/-RW Drive, Windows XP Home Edition." ...OK, fabulous, and this means what to me?)

I need to stop buying manga.
Like really.
I have about 250$ worth of manga now, and I want MORE! It's like candy; I can't stop buying it. Y'know, I'd say, "OK, I'll just buy the rest of the series I've started, and then stop" but even if I bought the rest I'd just move on to another series. (Like Kenshin, which I've never seen/read but have heard so much about.)
I've totally abandoned my interest in fantasy (except for the Dark Tower series, which is finally finished...but I'm waiting for it to come out in paperback), books on disease, religion...all my favorites...for the junk-food that is manga.
Can't go into Borders; can't go into Borders; can't go into Borders...

And I need to find an art supply store. Like a real one. Although, everytime I ask someone if there's one in the nearby area (no matter where I am), they always direct me to Office Max.
Ok, kids, Office Max is NOT an art supply store. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I know this because, for example, they don't sell linseed oil.
So stop telling me to go there.

Right.
I should go to chapel.
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EDIT:

HotASLlady is so very, very hot. I ran into her on my way to choir and my heart felt like it literally stopped. It hurt.
I am also very impressed with (I think his name's Brian) the new ASL person that's in Thursday's Historical class (which, since Tom dropped the class we shared on Tuesday night, I more of an excuse to attend, because it's easier for me to get to and from Thurday afternoon's class than to and from Tuesday night's. This means more HotASL-ness. Yippee for me!); he's cute when he smiles, too.

...I'm not really a walking ball of hormones.
Really.