im never not dreaming

[dies in a pool of my own vomit]

i felt bad because i havent drawn a comic in a while but now i feel even worse

something happened a couple months ago that i still think about every so often

at my college theres this lounge in one of the campus buildings, with a bunch of couches seated around various things, (pool tables, a tv, ect) and i go in there between classes and just kinda zone out

and one day im looking around and theres a girl seated next to me

now its been a few months but from what i recall she was this mousy kind of thing, with light hair tied up, wasnt talking to anyone and had a very intense gaze

she didnt say anything, just pulled out a sketchbook

after a while though i notice that shed look at me, and then draw a bit, and then repeat

and i get this revelation 

and i dont say anything that would bother her, but i notice she keeps doing it, and im more and more convinced that im what shes drawing

and i get this idea, in my head, that i should break the ice somehow, maybe make a face when she looks down, and then shed laugh and id introduce myself and we’d be become best friends and do friend things like braid hair and exchange blood vows or whatever

and so i wait until shes drawing

and she looks back up again

and im making this face

and she doesnt say anything. doesnt even blink. we make eye contact for an instant, and then she closes her sketchbook,gets up, and leaves the lounge without saying a fucking word, 

and i think about this, months later

what if she wasnt actually drawing me

what if i just made this ungodly face at someone that, for them, might have come out of fucking nowhere, and they were so goddamn unnerved that they immediately had to leave the room 

friendship is hard

we rewatched the labyrinth and i shook these awful things out during the san fran car ride

[farts and dies simultaneously]

[rolls over]

have you ever tried to draw on a moving bus

brandon i hope you never have pets

( a babysitting story)

school observations