Best 50 cents I ever spent at a garage sale.
Whenever someone likes my art at school, I smile politely and say thank you.
Whenever someone likes my art on the internet, I want to give them a hug, a cookie and then stare at them adoringly.
Just in case you don’t want my doodles filling up your dashboard, you can tumblr savior “ruba’s camp doodles”.
Because, I don’t know.
Some people might not care? :P
Whatever. Here I goooooo!
Hey guys! I’m back from camp and all. It was fun, and a lot of weird things happen.
Like, my roommate was awesome, for the most part. And I played volleyball. And I drew.
And it was fantasical.
And now I’m going to scan some of my doodles.
And stop saying “and”.
WHY
WHY IS EVERYONE HITTING ON ME TONIGHT
DID I SUDDENLY SPROUT AWESOME OUT OF MY BUTT
WHAT IS GOING ON
YES. YESSSSS. I have successfully gotten my friend to watch Korra. Now I can talk to someone irl about Korraaaaaa.
No more than 5 minutes after I made that post, he went back to the ER. We still don’t really know what’s going on with all his pain. I don’t like sitting around waiting for news either. I’m a pretty patient person, but all I want to do is help. I hope dad is feeling better soon.
It’s always disconcerting when you wake up and are told your dad went to the ER while you were sleeping.
He’s okay though. He just needed his pain meds adjusted.
Sleepy, mrrrph…
Normally, my days aren’t very eventful during the summer. You can normally find me lounging on a sofa, eating copious amounts of unhealthy snacks and staring at a screen for hours on end. I’m not very motivated to do things, or the things I want to do wouldn’t be the same unless other people were with me.
But today, I actually did a fair amount by myself.
Cute Puppies and Black Markets
Me: That puppy is so cute! I want one. They probably sell one on the black market.
Friend: NO
Me: .....?
Friend: That's racist!
Me: ....What are you talking about.
Friend: It's the All-Ethnicity-Acceptance market!
Me: ....pffft ahahahahahahahahahha
The Voices
I stepped in my empty house today when I came home from water polo and instantly heard somebody calling my name in a weird, drawn-out, funny kind of way. It freaked me out at first and sent me unnervingly looking for the source. At first I thought maybe my sister was playing a prank on me, but no.
The real source?
It was my friends leaving me a funny message on my answering machine.
