Film Fail

Definitely a good time, I'm glad I went. I nearly didn't because of this growing contrast of emotions that just overwhelm me.
Anyway, watched "Megashark vs. Giant Octopus", which was an absolutely ridiculous terrible movie. Then, afterwards watched "Anaconda" which I had thought I had seen before, but apparently hadn't, because my goodness was that a monstrosity of a movie.

Handirat

This has to be the worst balance of sad and cute that exists. I love Dante more than anything, and seeing him struggle is absolute torture, so, I help him any way I can, which seems to be all I really can do. The poor little guy has lost some use of his hind legs, but he doesn't let it get him down at all. He's still incredibly active. I just make sure he doesn't strain himself too much.

Every Day Is A New Experience

And it really is.
Try something new today!

Musical Block

My main note on this one is that I really wish my scanner would make ink look ok when I scanned it in. This is even after a lot of finagling with it in photoshop to try to make it look reasonable. Boo.
I really do want to start making music again though. I keep trying to write something, and end up with a line or two here or there, nothing relating to anything else, and it goes nowhere. I don't know what my problem is. It used to be easy. But, I think my standards might have been lower then.
I do feel a pressure in my head whenever I want to write music. It's bizarre.

A Small Window

This isn't the most thought provoking strip I've done, but then again, none of them really are, now that I think about it. One of these days, I'm going to figure out how to really summarize the stuff that goes through my head in a day and the experience I go through, but I'm slowly working towards it.
I suppose if I ever reach that point, I might stop doing these comics. But, probably not. I'm not sure what would keep me from making these anymore. But, I really do want more interactions between me and other people... I'm just terrible at summarizing and remembering everything exactly correct, which I would want it to be (well, at least as close as possible). Though, I suppose some of the fun of it being my own journal is that it's what I notice, rather than what factually happened.
I hope I'm getting more of a hang of this.

My Cave, My Cocoon

People often call my room a cave. And while I was wrapped up in a blanket on my bed, I began comparing it to a cocoon, and it formed a good analogy for my state of being, or rather the introverted state of being. Plus, I just wanted to draw a caterpillar.

Keeping it Highbrow...

I think this is one phenomena that is going to take some explaining, to me, that is. I honestly could not be at all bothered by any of my bodily odors. In fact, some of them, I actually enjoy. Obviously, like others, I can't handle the bodily smells of other people, which is where it gets bizarre to me. I wonder what it is about being your own smell that makes it somehow acceptable, and sometimes even enjoyable. I mean, maybe I'm the only one that actually enjoys my own smells, but I know a lot of people aren't at all bothered by their own. There has to be some sort of physiological explanation for it, but I just haven't really looked into it. I'd love some sort of explanation if anyone knows why this might be.