Comic :D

So I decided to try and create a comic. Lets see if this creativity keeps up. Hopefully the art will get better as I get help with it/when I get my scanner.

Lyric of the Day:
"Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight we break up
We kiss we make up"
-Katy Perry:"Hot 'N Cold"

Random Story of The Day:
True story from college.

City Visit

I stumbled across one of my old works that I found amusing. Here, in its entirety, I present my Joyce imitation City Visit

City Visit

As the car came to a halt I peered through the window. I saw the colorful painting of shop signs and glass windows which shielded all types of different things. I saw a store with a bright red sign that had a bicycle painted on it. “Living in the city must be wonderful”, I thought to myself, as I continued to survey these sights that seemed so foreign to me. As I sat absorbing all of the information on the store signs, I heard the car door open.

“Get out, boy”, my Aunt instructed.
“Yes ma’am”, I answered back reflexively.
“I have business to attend to, so don’t dilly-dally around”
“Yes ma’am”

As we got out of the car, I glanced again at the store with the red sign. A pair of boys, one around my age, and one that looked around seventeen, walked animatedly up to the store. As they opened the store’s door, I heard a small bell ring excitedly. My attention was snatched away from the store by my Aunt who pushed me ahead with her open hand as she headed to where she wanted to go. She was always this way; at home she would make my uncle complete every minor chore before he was able to read his newspaper in peace. I followed her closely, not wanting to be lost in this strange place full of shops and signs.

We came to a stop in front of a tailor, which I could tell by the worn away sign in black and white that was by the door. The slimy-looking white paint on the sign made the picture of a needle and thread hard to see, but the large black letters stood out against the white background. As we walked in, I saw a large dark man sitting behind a countertop full of needles and spools of thread. As he looked at us, his eyes inquiring our reason for disturbing him, my Aunt pulled out a dress from the bag she had been carrying. Seeing that there was business to attend to, the tailor stood up from the rickety stool he had been sitting on.

“’Ow can ah help yew?”, he asked, reaching for the dress.
“The sleeve of this dress was unfortunately ripped two days ago”, my aunt explained as she searched for the tear herself, ignoring the tailor’s open hands.
“Ah think that ah can fix yore dress”, replied the shopkeeper as he examined the dress with experienced but bloodshot eyes.

After my aunt handed over the dress, he started writing down numbers on a small dirty scratchbook. I took this opportunity to glance around the store. There were a large amount of simple dresses on racks around his store, but a section of extravagant frilly dresses caught my eye.
Among them I saw the most remarkable creature. Her bright golden hair had almost allowed her to elude my observation, as it blended in with the gaily colored dresses around her. But her deep green eyes caught my attention, and they captivated me. I stared in wonder at what I had discovered until I was interrupted by my Aunt.

“For the second time, pick up that pin I dropped!” she instructed.
“Yes ma’am”, I absently replied. I reached down and felt for the pin, but kept my eyes on the beauty that had captured my attention.
“Don’ be startled. That’s just mah daughter Darla”, the tailor spoke. The shopkeeper, seeing my attention distracted, had apparently mistaken my amazement for panic. He continued, “She’s just finding a dress for the church play this Sunday”, as if to calm my concern about the presence of other people in the store.

It was at this moment that fate seemed to smile on me. As if reminded of the church’s very existence, my Aunt suddenly declared that it was necessary for the entire family to go to church this Sunday. It is quite possible that my uncle’s recent gambling on Saturday nights in an attempt to escape the house and my aunt had made her think that he needed some religious influence. For whatever reason, it had been decided that I would given the opportunity to see that angel perform on stage. If God had wanted me to go to church, he could choose no better incentive for me. As I came back to reality from my feeling of ecstatic joy, I saw that she had moved behind a rack of dresses. Before I could try to maneuver myself to a position where I could catch another glimpse of her, my Aunt forced me out of the store.

As we walked back to the car, my Aunt with her mended dress and me with my excitements about the future, we saw those two boys coming out of the bicycle store. They were both very happy, and the younger one came out with a new bike. I felt a feeling of pity for them. How could they experience such happiness without being in her presence?

The next few nights I spent dreaming of her performing in the play. She was alone in front the crowd, surrounded by light, her hair shining in the light. I saw her lips moving as she stared into the crowd. Her face radiated her emotions, and her eyes gave feeling to the words I could not hear. With these visions I grew more and more desperate to go to church; to see her perform.

Sunday morning we drove into the city, but we did not go past the shops with signs and entrancing displays. Instead we went to a run-down neighborhood, where the sidewalks were covered in mud and filth. My anticipation did not wane, as passing through this place brought me closer to meeting her again. When we arrived at the church, my uncle parked, and my aunt coaxed us to hurry into the church. We sat down near the back of the church. The thin feeble priest gave a sermon on the importance of faith. As my aunt sat there with her best expression of understanding on, I saw my uncle’s eyes closing. I myself strained to keep my full attention on the priest. As he droned on, I consoled myself by reminding myself the true reason I had wanted to come.

As the sermon’s end neared, my anticipation rose to its peak. I could hardly sit here listening to this clergyman ramble on, knowing that in only moments I would be able to see her again.

When the priest was done with his sermon, and the collection plate passed around, the play began. As each scene passed, I waited for her to appear. I sat there waiting for almost the entire play. Eventually, she came out, looking at the floor and dragging her feet, and sputtered out her few lines. As quickly as she entered the play, she was gone.

I silently cursed my aunt for dragging me to church and I vowed never to come back into the city unless it was absolutely necessary.

Lyric of the Day:
"It's always times like these
When I think of you.
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me."
-Vanessa Carlton:"A Thousand Miles"

Random Story of The Day:
So I met my friends mom, since she wanted to make sure I was a safe driver/not creepy dude and what not. Leave it to me to use a great opportunity to make a mother concerned.

Her mom: "So where are you all going?"
Me: "I figured I'd show the girls some moves."
Her mom:(concerned silence)
Me: "We're going to this Friday night swing event that I used to go to in high school"