Just the other morning I was driving and I saw a woman jogging with her dog. I don't know what it is, but there is something very attractive about a woman walking her dog. Maybe it just shows strength in character and independence? Or maybe it was the sports bra? Ha ha ha!! I'm totally just kidding!! I not that guy.
But what is really funny is that I am a total cat person. Go figure.
About a month ago I went to a Relient K concert in Anaheim, CA. It was awesome!! Jon Schneck, the bands resident banjo player, got me and my brother in for free. So as a thank you to him and the rest of the band I did the above illustration. And below is a little montage i put together of the concert.
Last night I was hanging out with my roomates and our friend Matt. Our conversation wondered to the shooting at V Tech on April 16, 2007 and just murder in general. And what it takes for someone to get to that point. And that is the only logical reason I can come up with to explain the dream I had last night, and even then it dosent make much sense. But it scares me that I would come up with stuff like this on my own... :(
Drawing #1 Drawing #2
Okay the dream opens with me in a house chasing someone. My brother Brandon and my roomate Ryan were there with me. It was very dark and we were chasing a zombie of sorts, weaving and winding through the house. I lead him to a door way where I somehow knew (dream logic) that my brother or Ryan (cant recall who) would be waiting on the other side of the door. The door opens and Brandon/Ryan was there with this massive saw-blade-gun (see drawing #1). He runs the gun through the Zombie into me! I protest, and he replies, "It's okay don't worry about it". When the zombie is dead I am left with 3 massive cuts (see attached drawing #2). The statement that, "It's okay" somehow brings me comfort and is all the reason I need to know why this mortal wound is not killing me.
Now I am covered in blood and need a shower. And I am apparently in my parents house because on my way to the shower I go through their bedroom into their bathroom. I then decide not to take a shower in there b/c I don't want to wake them up. I don't want to worry them about my massive dripping wounds. So I go outside to the shower and bath in the garden(WTEff?). We have a HUGE yard with hedges and such, and I can see the street far off into the distance, so I don't want to shower in the open so I opt for the bath.
Around now the panic sets in. Not that I am going to die, but that the nerves in my right arm might be severed. Which then would mean that I couldn't draw anymore. This thought coupled with the gory situation and being covered in blood finally starts to pull me out of sleep. My waking up process was so slow that I didn't realize it was all a dream until I was almost sitting up in bed (at 5:30am). Normally things of this nature are so obserd that I know its fake. But this was so real to me that I woke up from it in a slow panic.
P.s. I drew this for Ian's (my other roomate) Birhtday.
That is a drawing of me at my table, peddling my little HP doodles. Come talk to me and buy a drawling. :D
Saturday June 9th, 2007 3:30pm SONORUS 2007!
Finally a Harry Potter Conference in southern California! Join us for a day of magical HP madness. There are going to be fancy speakers, like Steve Vander Ark from the HP Lexicon. And awesome vendors, such as me, selling stuff like drawings and wands form the awesome shop Whimsic Alley in Santa Monica, California. And to top it off the day will end with a feast! An authentic British dinner prepared by the actual house elves from Hogwarts!! WHAT!? You think i am lying? I am not!! I think you had better come and check it out for yourself, and then you come find me to apologize.