Old School

I haven't felt all that inspired lately. I've still got this lingering cold that drags on and on. I don't feel all that horrible, just miserable enough to be pouty and non productive. Sucks. Especially this time of year. I also have misplaced my art journal. Shocking, given my standards of cleanliness. (HA!) I'm sure it's around here somewhere, but it's a bummer. Anyway, I thought I'd take a slice of humble pie and showcase my crude beginnings. This drawing was one I did in High School. Probably 1999 or 2000. I did a bunch of faery drawings for my friends, and this was one I remember being quite proud of. Look at those ankles! Oh, it makes me laugh.

The presents came in the mail!!! It was a very exciting mail day. I don't' get to start opening them until Saturday, but still. They are soooo pretty. Amy and I are gonna set up Christmas around the house tomorrow. Once the tree is set up with all the gifties I'll take a picture. I do love Christmas. Even though everything gets insane all over the world, I love it.

My parents got their tree, too. Seven feet. Seriously. The thing is huge! That's like, over 2 meters. (Thank you Unit Conversion on my cell phone.) I decided to call the thing Brutus, since he's so big. Every year I give the trees a name. Usually some sort of classically sounding name. Last year was Mercutio.

I wonder where my journal ran off to....