Date

Ok. So.

After my first date with JB, it's official.  I am the awkwardest person on the face of planet earth.

We looked at Halloween costumes, got frozen yogurt, and then saw End of Watch (which I highly recommend).

I'll spare you guys the extensive details of my debilitating social ineptitude and just say this: I'm lucky that JB is very patient, because at times I'm very oblivious to things.  And sometimes my brain stops working and it's just... awful and all I can think about is space, and how it's a vacuum, and how sometimes it's scary, but in a fascinating way, kind of like sharks. Space sharks.

BUT.  He wants to go out with me again.  Most likely because of our shared love of food and action movies.

So.  Yeah.  I'm not good about writing about feelings in this area, so I'm just going to go watch the new episode of Doctor Who and try not to cry because 1) Amy and Rory are leaving, and 2) It's the mid-season finale.

Sore.

It's so weird how things can change in a matter of months.

This time last year, I was in high school, stressing about senior year and all of my responsibilities.  Now?  I'm in the Air Force, stressing about my friends and their bad life choices.

But I think I talked about enough of that stress in my last post.

Yesterday I had my DEP work-out, and while it wasn't as bad as the last one, it was still challenging.  We had to do a 30 minute non-stop run, and complete at least 5 laps (each single one being half a mile).

Well, I didn't hear when the commander called time, so I ended up running an extra lap unintentionally.  Oops.  6 laps. 3 miles.  I felt like I was going to fall over from exhaustion.

Then this morning was leg day at the gym, and the entire work-out I fantasized about taking a deliciously long bath, followed by a nap.

And I was able to take a little 30 minute cat-nap before my friend Ashley, a girl in my DEP group, called me up seeing if I wanted to work out with her.

Mentally I was like, "Nooooooooo, I'm sleepy.  And my legs are tired.  And my brain is tired.  And my back hurts."  But, being the trooper that I am, I agreed.

The Gos is great motivation.

For the first time in the history of ever I actually completed a trail in it's entirety. In total we did 5 miles, 100 push-ups, and 100 sit-ups.  And my body is in pain.  But it's a good type of pain.  A type of pain that will make me stronger.

And, while tomorrow I will most likely feel the worst of my soreness, I can at least take comfort in the fact that a few months ago, I would not have been able to run 3 miles non-stop and then 5 miles the next day.

I am hoping that I completely recover by the weekend, because I have a date with JB, plus I think I'll be hanging out with friends as well.  Ah, and speaking of JB, last night when we were talking he told me that he liked me and literally, verbatim, I said: "Um, well.  I feel like I'm a really awkward person.  But I like you too."  So now that I've addressed the fact that I'm really awkward and shy at times, I feel a little bit better.  The rest of the conversation went smoothly and we talked about macaroni, bacon, and ice cream.  And how excited I am for the Hobbit movie premiere.

Martin Freeman is a perfect Bilbo Baggins, in my humble opinion.

Seriously though.  Martin Freeman, Benedict Cumberbatch, Lee Pace, and Billy Connolly.  All in the same movie? Yes please.

Anyway, I am now going to take yet another super long, super hot bubble bath in order to soothe my aching muscles.

Adieu.

What is even going on?

This blog is so convenient.

It lets me adequately analyze, and sometimes over analyze all of my thoughts, while allowing for some bonus input.

A lot of things have been changing in the personal lives of my friends, and myself as well.

High school relationships are finally starting to crumble, and while I knew, and perhaps even they knew it was inevitable, it still makes me sad.  Even though I was merely an observer in their relationships I still feel highly empathetic towards both parties.

A friend of mine recently broke up with her seemingly awesome boyfriend after he had been "trying to cheat" on her.  I personally don't know if he would have actually done anything, but he was actively trying to meet other girls to "hang out with" via chat-apps which was pretty sketchy, and then when she confronted him about it, he said it was because he had confidence issues and talking to those people on the apps gave him confidence.  Yeah.  Anyway.  The now ex-seemingly awesome boyfriend is more broken up about the whole ordeal than my friend is, but I still felt sad that their relationship didn't work.  I mean, before the whole ordeal he did make my friend happy.  For once she didn't hate the entire world like she usually did.  I guess she doesn't necessarily hate the world right now seeing as how she's already moved on, but still.

Another friend of mine recently broke up with her boyfriend of about 2 years, and I literally spent a good 10 minutes looking at pictures of them all happy and together, and then feeling even more sad.  I mean, they were so sporty and cute and compatible.  They had pretty much mapped out their lives post-university together.  Sadly, they decided to call it quits because they were too dependent on each other and were missing out on a lot of opportunities due to that fact.  Apparently they had also been fighting about said lost opportunities... She said they were still friends, so I guess they left each other on decent terms.  I don't know all of the details as of yet, because everyone just found out today that they broke up, so yeah.

I don't know.  Is it weird that I'm so emotionally invested in my friends' relationships?

And then while all of this is going on, I'm sort of in the beginning stages of a relationship type-thing with JB, and in the back of my mind I keep thinking about all of these factors that could spoil things, but mainly the fact that I will be leaving in the near future to go to basic training.  Albeit, it's only two months, but a lot can happen in two months.

I usually just tell my brain to shut up and stop thinking so far into the future about things, but it's just inherent to my nature.  I can't help it.

Ah well, for now I'm just going to enjoy things.  We've been talking on the phone at night after he gets home from work, and we've also gone out together the past three weekends.  He asked me out on a date, so we'll see how that goes.  I feel so... young compared to him.  Sometimes when we talk the age difference is so tangible because I'm fresh out of high school, just now starting my "adult" life and he already has a career and somewhat stable and routine life.  I feel very naive and out of my element around him.  It's not a bad thing though, it's just different from the other guys that I've been in relationships with.

And on top of all of this, another friend of mine is pregnant.  And, there's nothing wrong with being pregnant straight out of high school, but--- she's in college.  She's planning on getting a nursing degree.  Having a kid will definitely make that 100 times harder.  Also, her boyfriend is their only source of income, and he only makes minimum wage.  They barely have enough money to take care of themselves and their cats, how are they going to pay for a baby?  Diapers, formula, doctor visits, clothes, child care--- all of these things are very expensive.  And the thing that really infuriates me is the fact that they haven't been using reliable birth control.  They've just been tracking her ovulation cycle and having sex when she's "least fertile".  Yeah.  I know.  It sounds like a load of bullshit.  Probably because it is.

She and her boyfriend are excited about the baby right now, but later on?  When it's even harder to make ends meet? We'll see.

Man.  I'm going to bed.  I'm going to try not to freak out about my friends lives, or my own for that matter, and hope for the best.

Weekend Update: Hair, Friends, and Blogger bugs

Well, thusfar I've had an excellent weekend.

Today I went to lunch with a handful of friends and it was really nice to catch up with all of them, even if it was only for a little while.  We chatted mainly about our other friends and it was a split between being elated for the ones that are doing well and the ones that were worrying us post-graduation.  Conversation aside, I enjoyed some yummy macaroni from Panera Bread.  I love macaroni. So much.  Almost as much as I love bacon.

Rebekka and I are hoping to plan another get-together type thing for the art girls again around Halloween.  Although, now that I think about it, Thanksgiving might be a better time for us to have another party.

After our lunch, Rebekka and I went to visit her dad at his shop and the first thing he said was, "Lizzi, IS THAT YOU?!"  He then proceeded to shower me with compliments, which I received very awkwardly because I don't know how to properly accept them other than saying "Thanks!" in a really tiny voice.  He also told me he was really proud of me and how dedicated I was to the Air Force and getting in shape.  I never really notice how toned I've gotten until people point it out to me.  Yay for working out!

Also, I decided to straighten my hair for the first time this summer, and I didn't realize how long my hair had gotten!

The flash made the purple in my hair look more pinkish, but yeah.  My hair reaches down to my lower back.  I feel like a mermaid.

In other news, Blogger has been seriously bugging out on me.  Anytime I try to comment on a Blogger blog or even view my own dashboard it sends me into an endless redirection loop.  Apparently I'm not the only one having issues, but Blogger has yet to address the issue.  It's a fairly new bug that's only been bothering me since this weekend.

Anyway, I'm posting this by email, and I'm somewhat considering switching blogging platforms if Blogger doesn't address this issue within the next week. If anyone has any suggestions to an alternative platform (aside from Tumblr) I'd love to hear them!

Tunes

My allergies have made it really inconvenient for me to blog, because almost every thought I have consists of:  "Nnnghhh tissues... Where did I put the tissue box?" and "Ughhhhh my head...."

Even when I'm working out at the gym trying not to look/act sickly I feel like I'm in a constant fog.

Thanks, allergies.  You're a real pal.

But I go through this every year.  Anytime the weather changes I get hit with an onslaught of sinus issues.  Not to mention I'm really allergic to ragweed, which has returned this year with a vengeance.


Saturday I'm having lunch with 5 of my friends at Panera Bread, which will be interesting...  I'm looking forward to seeing my friend Andria the most.  I haven't talked to her in a really long time.

Also, my friend Madelyne half-jokingly invited all of the art girls to visit her down in Houston, and in the back of my mind I sort of want to take a road trip down there just to get out of town for a little while.  Not to mention, if we visited some time in October we'd be there in time to go to another Grouplove concert.


Anyway, I'm about to load up on more meds and drink some hot tea because I need to appear somewhat human for the weekend.  I can't have my friends thinking I'm a sickly little flower.  I have a reputation.

And now, here's a song that I've been listening to on repeat:

Seasonal Allergies

It's that time of year again!

Yes.  Along with the temperature slightly dropping from barely tolerable heat to pleasant warmth, there came a hoard of allergens that have made my life hell for the past two days.  In fact, I've been so miserable I even illustrated my new-found relationship with tissues.

via my Society6 page

Tissues, I don't think we should ever be apart. Ever.

But yes.  Whenever it's allergy season I'm not a happy person.  Every few minutes or so one can hear me complain saying "Ughhh my nosssseeee," followed by the gross noises of me blowing my nose.  Lovely, I know.

Out in public I'm less sickly, but it's mainly because I load myself up with decongestants  and allergy meds, but I feel really sluggish.  Ah well, my allergies usually only last a little while so I'll just grin and bear it for now and hope that a cold front moves in a blows all the pollen and weeds away.

Look/Feel

For quite some time I have followed the school of thought that how you look is proportionate to how you feel. For a lot of people it's the opposite, but I'm odd.

Since I am indeed a girl, at times I fall prey to little insecurities that most girls posses.  However, most of my turmoil was kept inside because that's just the type of person that I am.  I hold everything inside (but more on that later).  Because of that, people tend to get a skewed idea of who I actually am.

Often I give off an air of, "I could care less about what you think," which comes off as really confident to some people, but in all honesty it's just a defense mechanism.  It was almost like I thought that if I could fake not caring, eventually I would truly not care what people thought.  And it worked.  After 6 years of faking my indifference I actually genuinely did not care what people thought when it came to my appearance.

If they didn't like the way I looked? Screw them.  I'm awesome. 

But every now and then, little things would slip through the cracks and undermine my false confidence.  My hair was too unruly, too frizzy.  My teeth weren't white enough.  I needed to lose 15 or so pounds.  Most of these "flaws" were pointed out and perpetuated by my own mother.  Yes.  She's a winner.

Luckily I'm not a girl who's heavily invested in looks, so whenever these thoughts popped up I would erase them with all the things that I liked about myself, like my ability to not study for a test and still pass with a low A or B, or my ability to out-wit the jerks in my class, and above all else: the fact that people liked me because I was weird.

But back to my original point, I felt confident, therefore I looked the part.  Did anyone else know that I felt uncomfortable in my own skin at times? No.  I never let them see those insecurities.

Whenever I see other girls complain on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and other online venues about how much they hate their bodies and how they look I feel sick.  I feel angry.  

I feel sick that people honestly believe that if they don't fit a prescribed notion of perfection that they aren't worthy of anything.  And I feel angry at all of the people who complain for attention.

I guess I don't really understand the point in complaining about one's appearance.  To me, that's a very small part of a person.  I mean, right now I'm fixing all the things that I didn't like about my appearance.  I'm working out, getting toned up.  I'm taking extra care of my teeth and using whitener.  And the hair thing... well I'm just going to live with it.  I live in a humid environment.  BUT, the outside of a person is, just that: the outside.  It's changeable, if one wants to make the effort.

In my opinion, why complain if you aren't going to do something about it?  I mean, if you're lazy, just be like I was and feign confidence.  Put on an old t-shirt and jeans and tell the world to piss off.  You may look like shit, but at least you'll look worthy of something.  

Unlike thinking that you look like shit and vocalizing it.  When you do that, YES.  You will look like shit because you feel like it.  And you will give off vibes that make everyone else know that you're down on yourself.  That's not attractive! Stop it! Now.

It took time to be comfortable with myself and actually take steps to improving who I am, but it all started when I stopped complaining about how I looked. 

/end rant about dumb body issues. 

Three things

1. It's been a bit rainy lately, so my dog has started taking marathon naps on the couch.  This would be okay if she didn't mess up all the blankets and lay on top of them so that no one else can use them.  And then when we try to get a blanket out from under her she'll growl, get up, and then sit on top of us.  Ah, well, at least she's warm.

2. I've been drinking a lot of hot tea.  Especially peppermint or green tea.  Yummy!

3. I started painting!  It's only the first of many layers, but yes.  This is how I start the process.  Really messy.

Projects

Here's a better quality picture of the sketch I'm working on for my painting:

Taken in my backyard, hence the tree shadow...

I put in more line work and erased a lot of the smudgy pencil marks, and I think later today I'll sketch in some details for the planets...

Here's some of the knitted stuff I've been doing as well:

The one above still needs a wee bit more work before it's finished.  I ran out of yarn (again) so I need to go to the store soon before I can do anything with it.  But I love the color! I can't wait to wear it with one of my navy dresses.

And, another chain scarf!  I stitched the ends together so it's sort of an infinity-type scarf and it layers really well.  It's similar to the one that I currently have for sale in my Etsy shop, just longer.

So aside from working out and doing family stuff, this is what I occupy my time with.  Crafty stuff.  Gosh.  I need to get out more.

Crappy Picture

gah. so grainy.

I apologize for the quality of this picture, but I can't find the good camera, so I'm having to use the crappy one.

But yes, here's a sketch of my soon-to-be painting.

My legs are currently screaming in agony because of the rigorous leg workout I did.  But at least I can brag about all the weight I can push now.  Bubble bath, here I come!

Tribute workout; Apparently my awkwardness is cute

I'm currently typing this at one in the morning, so my terminology of day events ought to be referred to as "yesterday", but it still feels like "today" so please forgive me if I accidentally get the two mixed up in this post.

Anyway, yesterday for my Air Force DEP workout we did a Tribute to all of the 9/11 victims with an especially rigorous workout that pushed us all physically.  Needless to say, it wasn't the most enjoyable experience.

Here's a run-down of what we did:

• 40 burpees *
• 40 air squats
• 40 tuck jumps
• 40 push-ups
• 40 sit-ups
• 200 meter sprints x 4

*these were all broken down into 2 sets of 20

As usual, we had one person pass out because they didn't hydrate enough (by this point that's just stupidity) and this guy Micheal ended up puking after the work out as well.  Luckily, I was ok.  I wasn't the fastest, or the best, but I didn't quit anything and that's all that matters to me.  

I went home covered in dirt and sweat, tired and hungry.  But I felt good.  It made me feel really patriotic. Later that night my commanding officer called me and told me that he was proud of all my efforts and congratulated me on dropping 10lbs since the last DEP workout and asked me if I could speak at the next meeting to all the DEP members that are having issues with dropping weight.  In all honesty, I eat whatever I want when I get hungry, but I don't go overboard.  And it also helps that I go to the gym 5 days a week and run every other day.

After I got home from the workout I washed up a bit and made some eggrolls for dinner.  I swear, that's one of the few things my mom taught me that's actually useful.  I was so hungry, I ended up eating 6 eggrolls, some Cheez-Its, and about 4 cookies.  Yum.  And I'm actually kind of hungry right now.  Ah, well, I'll get a snack after I finish typing this up.

Before I went to bed I took the longest, most bubbly bubble bath ever.  As soon as I got into the hot water I was just like, "Ahhhh, my muscles..."  I stayed in the tub for quite some time listening to my Autumn music mix and just relaxing.  I never actually appreciated bubble baths properly until I started working out, but I take one almost every other day now.  I need to buy some more bubble bath... I wonder if I can find a pumpkin scented one?

But yeah.  Instead of making me sleepy my bath sort of woke me up, so I ended up knitting and watching Mysteries at the Museum on the travel channel until JB called me.  He works the night and afternoon shifts at the news station so he called me around 11:40ish and we talked for an hour.  It was definitely one of those "getting to know you" type of conversations, and of course my brain decided to call in sick and I forgot everything that I'm interested in aside from cheese and bacon.  Luckily, JB finds my love for cheese and bacon interesting enough to converse about.

After the call ended he texted me and said he thought I was "very cute" and can't wait to take me out again.  Well then.  I guess I should high-five my scumbag brain for deleting everything but cheese and bacon from my mind, because apparently my awkwardness is cute.

I still feel a little apprehensive though.  And not because of JB or anything.  No.  My apprehensiveness is linked to my dad, who would probably have a heart attack if I started dating anyone right now.  My dad still views me as his little 12 year old girl who always reads books and obscure Wikipedia articles.  His little girl that had a lot of guy friends because most of the girls thought I was really weird for watching wrestling and South Park.  And, I mean, I still do all that stuff, but I'm not 12 anymore.  I also think that he doesn't want me in a relationship right now because I will be leaving sooner or later, and he doesn't want me to back out of the Air Force last minute because of a guy.  But I would never do that.  I'm too committed and determined.

In the past I've been able to spare my dad the stress of having to deal with the knowledge of me with another guy by keeping all of my relationships low-key.  The guys usually went to another school and they NEVER met my family. Ever.  It was just easier that way because I knew if my grades ever slipped up, a boyfriend would be the first thing my dad would point out as "the issue."

The dynamic is definitely different with JB because he's already met my dad.  So we'll see.  I'll play it by ear and see where everything goes before I start freaking out pre-maturely about my dad freaking out.

Ha! Inspiration!

source

I've decided that my painting is going to be Doctor Who inspired! I've already started sketching out the TARDIS and everything and I feel so accomplished.

Currently I'm trying to find where my sister put the camera, but to no avail. Ah, well, I'll find it tomorrow.

Also, I've already started compiling a Fall mix CD playlist and anytime I listen to it I just want to surround myself with chunky sweaters and pumpkins.  I know a lot of people get annoyed by all the pumpkin flavored things during this time of the year, but I live off of it.  Mmm, pumpkin coffee? Yes please! Pumpkin cookies? Don't mind if I do! Pumpkin pie? I LOVE YOU.

Here's a list of why Autumn is the most kick ass season:

• Crunchy leaves
• Cooler weather
• Halloween
• Thanksgiving
• Sweaters
• Boots
• Warm beverages
• Pumpkin flavored everything

And, I'm very happy with the reception of my first postcard project! If I were to do another interactive art project like this again, would you guys be up for it?

Wonderful day

I love it when everything in the universe aligns and I have a wonderful day.

It doesn't happen all the time, which I guess makes it all the more precious when it does occur.

Today started out pretty lazy.  I woke up at around 8:40ish due to a text from JB saying that he had a fun time at the movies.  Then after I ate breakfast I busied myself with cleaning my room and doing laundry.  Tidying up my room is always therapeutic for some reason... Also, I always seem to find things that I've forgotten about, like my first Harry Potter shirt that I got in the 8th grade!

I can still fit in it too... sort of.  It's a little tighter in the chest area than what I remember, so it'll just have to be a "wear at home" type of shirt.  I don't want to besmirch the brilliance of Harry Potter with skankyness.

From 2-8ish I ran around town with Rebekka doing random things.  We went to Books-A-Million like we usually do and read magazines and gossiped about people and girly things.  For fun (and added blog content) I decided to document our reading choices.

Le me on the top, and Rebekka below.

As you can see from above, I fancy the Scientific American, Rolling Stone, Time, Wired, Mental Floss, and Newsweek, and Rebekka enjoys perusing Wired, Rolling Stone, Vogue, and Cosmopolitan.  Whenever we find an interesting article or factoid we always share them with each other.

One of my favorites from tonight's exchange was a story explaining why Kristen Stewart cheated on Robert Pattinson with the director of Snow White and the Huntsman. According to the article, in nature, peahens like to steal peacocks from their mates because their appeal is higher than that of a loan bird.  In a human case study, women viewed pictures of men alone as well men with another woman, and it was found that most of the women found the men in the couple picture more attractive than that of the singular men.  Apparently they are more appealing because they've already proven themselves to have desirable qualities that make other women want to mate with them.

After a bit of discussion in the aisles of Toys R Us , Rebekka and I came to the conclusion that the article was full of shit.  We're not birds.  We're human beings with complex thought and reasoning, and using examples in nature is just a cop out.  Bitches will be bitches, and they will steal your significant others if they can.  I mean, whenever I find out that a guy has a girlfriend I'm just like, "Okay, we can still be friends, but let's keep a respectable distance between us so that nothing is misconstrued.  Also, broski, did you see the newest Mythbusters episode?"

Gotta respect the girl code.

Anyway, I also bought more yarn.  I started a scarf after my last post, but I ended up running out of yarn before I was finished so I decided to buy more.  Sadly, Hancock Fabrics was selling the yarn for $6.99 and being the Jew that I am I refused to pay that much for 102 yards of yarn, so Rebekka and I journeyed to Walmart to see if they had the same yarn, but at a lower price (plus, she let me use her employee discount!).  When we arrived I was sad to see that they indeed carried the brand of yarn, but not the color.  Instead of leaving empty handed I bought a different type of yarn.  It's a golden yellow color and it's SO SOFT. As soon as I picked it up I envisioned myself wearing it with one of my navy dresses and sipping tea at a cafe.  It's so autumnal.  I'll have to post a picture of it later.

Also, an update on my painting:  I did indeed sketch it out last night, but I ended up not liking the way it looked, so I erased all of it.  So I'm back at square one.  Ah well, the muses are fickle.

Oh, and before I forget, here's a picture of me eating the most delicious tortilla soup in my town:

Nom, nom, nom!

The waiter came up just as the flash went off and started laughing and all I could say was, "I'm sorry!  It's for my blog!" and he just laughed even more.  Ah well, at least he was nice about the odd situation.

To wrap up my splendid day I came home to a new episode of Doctor Who that was just BEYOND brilliant, as well as the news that I had won Lina's Polaroid camera giveaway for her blog's 5th birthday!

I'm very, very happy.  I hope that tomorrow is equally as grand.

Lawless.

So remember a few posts back, about hanging out with the guy from the gym?

Yes. Well.  We went to the movies today before he had to go in for work, and I wasn't completely awkward!

We went to see Lawless, which in my opinion was pretty funny, and I have to admit that the overall experience was fun.  I think I laughed in parts that weren't supposed to be funny... but whenever people get beaten with shovels I can't help but giggle a little.

I'm glad that my crippling social awkwardness didn't make an appearance.  I was actually able to make small talk and not sound like a complete moron.

ALSO, JB (which is what we'll call him... because that's his name) hates Nickleback. And Avril Lavigne. Win, and win.  And he likes pepper jack cheese.  This is good.

Anyway, tonight I'm going to stay up and watch the high school football portion of the news segment that he's on and actually try to understand what's going on.  I watched it last week and it was pretty good, despite the fact that I was like, "What? Oh hey, there's JB! If only I understood what he was talking about..."

So yeah. Hanging out with him was nice.

I think I have an idea of what I want my new painting to be... I'm going to start sketching it tonight and hopefully I can get far enough along to post my progress some time this weekend.  I love this giddy feeling I get every time I start a new project.

Mayte tweeted me told me that she got her postcard in the mail and I felt happy because she said that both her and her mom liked it.  Maybe I'll do another postcard project after I finish up with my painting.

It's knitting season!

Okay, so maybe not really.  Today I checked the thermometer and it said that it was 106 degrees Fahrenheit.

No thank you, mister sun.  It's September.  AKA, the beginning of sweater season.  AKA, the perfect time to knit, drink tea, and read epic stories about Middle Earth. AKA, my favorite time of the year.

Anyway, I did indeed start a new knitting project.  I have this heavy lamb's wool blend yarn that I bought over the summer and I intend to use it to create the most magical scarf ever.

Also, I'm thinking about painting something ambitious.  I haven't attempted anything large scale since school let out, so we'll see how it goes.  I still have no idea what I'm going to paint it over... Any ideas?

Ert werk.

Right click and open in a new tab to see a larger view!

I sent the postcards today!  So everyone that participated, expect something in the post in the near future!

Anyway, instead of outright saying which card was which, I thought it'd be fun to see if any of you can guess which one is yours.

I had a lot of fun tapping into my inner illustrator when I was drawing these.  I had a lot of imagination overflow that resulted from the project, and it manifested itself in a Society6 account.  So if you're interested in checking out random art things I've done you can look there.

I have to admit, I've been selfishly using Society6 for myself.  You know those cliche quote pictures that have been littering the internet as of late? Yes. Well, I made some for my personal favorite quotes and I'm going to buy prints of them for myself. Hooray for being self serving!

Yay! Quotes!

So yes. Expect more art updates.