Hrmm, my blog kinda sucks right now. Sorry if you’re bored, I’ve been a bit preoccupied (more on that later). Anyways, you might as well put that boredom to use and do something creative. You know what they say about idle hands..
Some of my finest doodles came out of schooltime tedium. I remember closing out school years with stacks of spiral-bound notebooks, about 1/4 filled with substantive notes and the rest of the pages wrinkled from hard-pressed ball-point pen drawings. It’s funny how the only thing I ever really learned from class was how to crosshatch varying tones with a No.2 pencil. I’m sure many of you can relate.
My favorite subjects were, of course, the kids around me. The best characters weren’t the super-weirded-out looking ones, but the kinds of people that were about 98% normal-looking but that one thing is way off. Like a swollen bottom-lip or bugged-out eyeballs, or a bizarre trapezoid-shaped head.
Teachers got it the worst. Mainly because the whole time you’re drawing them, it looks like you’re eagerly paying attention and diligently taking notes, when in reality you’re caricaturizing their worst flaws. This guy was actually pretty cool, but I always felt that at any moment, he’d bust out a wizard’s hat and lecture on concocting potions from puppy-dog tails.
Once in a while when I’d take myself too seriously, things could get heavy. Oh wow, that’s pretty deep Bob.
Self-absorbed, self-righteous, self-defeating.
I think I was angry that day. Wait a minute, I was a teenager. I WAS ALWAYS ANGRY.
Oh wait, here’s another teacher one. This dude was so montonous and mind-numbingly boring that I think he was putting himself to sleep. I half-imaged his words dripping on the ground like gooey mucus and just collecting around his sneakers in a cesspool. In retrospect, I kinda feel bad for this one because he pretty much looked exactly like this.
Enlightenment? I think?
Okay, I have no idea what was going on here. Clearly, losing my mind.