So, I keep catching people picking their nose.
Every day i get on the freeway to go to school and I see at least 4 people going to town on their nostrils. Today the guy that always sits in the corner of the PC lab thrust a stubby finger into his nose, while he clicked away with the other hand. Am I missing something here? Do people not care anymore, or do they think nobody can see them? I'm going to take a camera with me from now on. I could probably sell a coffee table book of people picking their noses in their cars. "Looking for salty treasures on the 101."
I'd spend 12 hours a day at the school if I could, but I feel so tired and strained by how little sleep I'm getting already.
Back to work on comics for the rest of tonight.
Sticky note update: I keep making Hallowwen drawings on sticky notes and putting 'em up around the apartments, school and other places I go during the day. They never stay for long. People are picking them up, and framing them, I can only assume. Someone else put a sticky note in the hallway today with a crudely drawn person saying "I see dead people". Imposters already!
-D!
I don't know if it was the gaudy plastic-framed glasses, her (slightly messy) hair, or the brown and green argyle socks that attracted my attention more. I was sitting in the restaurant after class, drawing little Halloween characters on a pad of orange sticky notes. She was sitting alone, eating some sort of salad, across the smallish room. She scribbled something in a composition notebook, and glanced up, where her gaze met mine. We both smiled awkwardly and pretended to go back to whatever we were doing; my drawing and her notebook. She had pale skin and light freckles spread across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green.
I drew 5 more sticky notes. Variations of the girl dressed as different Halloween characters. I tried to capture her slight smile and way her brown hair partially obscured her eyes and ears. I kept looking over at her occasionally, doing that stupid thing where you just pretend like you were scanning around that direction anyways, and you just happened to look at her when she looks back at you. She was doing it too. No, gray, her eyes were grayish green. Now probably would have been the time, but instead I paid my bill, packed up my stuff, and left. She gave a nervous glance up as I walked from the table.
Outside in the parking lot, I saw what had to be her car. A worn looking brownish-yellow Chevy Nova with a dieselsweeties sticker on the rusted back bumper. I took out my sticky note drawings and stuck them on the driver side door, then walked to my car, got in, and drove off.
As I rounded out of the parking lot and onto the freeway, I saw something back in the lot. It was the girl from the restaurant standing by the Nova, urgently looking around the other cars still in the lot; a bunch of orange sticky notes clutched in one hand.
Every day i get on the freeway to go to school and I see at least 4 people going to town on their nostrils. Today the guy that always sits in the corner of the PC lab thrust a stubby finger into his nose, while he clicked away with the other hand. Am I missing something here? Do people not care anymore, or do they think nobody can see them? I'm going to take a camera with me from now on. I could probably sell a coffee table book of people picking their noses in their cars. "Looking for salty treasures on the 101."
I'd spend 12 hours a day at the school if I could, but I feel so tired and strained by how little sleep I'm getting already.
Back to work on comics for the rest of tonight.
Sticky note update: I keep making Hallowwen drawings on sticky notes and putting 'em up around the apartments, school and other places I go during the day. They never stay for long. People are picking them up, and framing them, I can only assume. Someone else put a sticky note in the hallway today with a crudely drawn person saying "I see dead people". Imposters already!
-D!
I don't know if it was the gaudy plastic-framed glasses, her (slightly messy) hair, or the brown and green argyle socks that attracted my attention more. I was sitting in the restaurant after class, drawing little Halloween characters on a pad of orange sticky notes. She was sitting alone, eating some sort of salad, across the smallish room. She scribbled something in a composition notebook, and glanced up, where her gaze met mine. We both smiled awkwardly and pretended to go back to whatever we were doing; my drawing and her notebook. She had pale skin and light freckles spread across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green.
I drew 5 more sticky notes. Variations of the girl dressed as different Halloween characters. I tried to capture her slight smile and way her brown hair partially obscured her eyes and ears. I kept looking over at her occasionally, doing that stupid thing where you just pretend like you were scanning around that direction anyways, and you just happened to look at her when she looks back at you. She was doing it too. No, gray, her eyes were grayish green. Now probably would have been the time, but instead I paid my bill, packed up my stuff, and left. She gave a nervous glance up as I walked from the table.
Outside in the parking lot, I saw what had to be her car. A worn looking brownish-yellow Chevy Nova with a dieselsweeties sticker on the rusted back bumper. I took out my sticky note drawings and stuck them on the driver side door, then walked to my car, got in, and drove off.
As I rounded out of the parking lot and onto the freeway, I saw something back in the lot. It was the girl from the restaurant standing by the Nova, urgently looking around the other cars still in the lot; a bunch of orange sticky notes clutched in one hand.
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My mom suggested this earlier today and I can't stop thinking about it.