Me, myself and crow

Oh, for the love of trousers . . . Every time I think I've caught everything up, some forgotten assignment comes slithering out of the woodwork (read: swiss cheese) of my long-term memory and proceeds to tap me on the shoulder in all its stealthy harbinger-of-doomness.

Case in point occuring today;

HARBINGER OF DOOM ::taptap::

ME: Hang on a sec! I'm trying to watch Total Drama Island and put on my socks at the same time. No small task, and one which requires my utmost concentration.

H.O.D: Sure, I can wait a bit.

ME: Thanks . . . ::puts socks on, pauses episode, loves Veoh for a moment:: . . . Right then, you were saying?

H.O.D: So, yer. Your senior portrait is due in four days.

ME: Pftpftpftpftpft! Aw, mosey along with your leg-pulling. Go have tea with a politician.

H.O.D: No really, you have four days to complete an entire portrait which is to represent you and everything your stand for on your graduating class's poster and for countless years to come.

ME: That's cobblers, it's not due till the 5th of December.

H.O.D: Which is in four days.

ME: It's not due till that Friday which is quite a ways off.

H.O.D: Yes, four whole days off.

ME: . . . You're really serious? You are not in any way having me on, taking the mick, alluding to a certain villian played by Heath Ledger, or otherwise not being serious?

H.O.D: Four days, bub. You'd best get started.

ME: Is there time for me to step in front of a bus?

H.O.D: Well, four days does seem like a pretty sufficient amount of time when one considers the buses run every thirty minutes, doesn't it?

. . .

Well, you get the idea at any rate. So yes, colour me pretty wigged for a good few hours (probably about eight potential bus encounters' worth). However, I did manage to come up with a sketch during class, which I managed to flesh out into a finished piece tonight;



I was just going to leave it in black and white. Flatmate Kelly, however, suggested I try adding some colour. Mad props to her for that one, because I wouldn't have done it otherwise and I actually like the colour version rather more than the first;



So yes. That much is done. Crisis averted, meltdown prevented, order in the universe restored.

H.O.D ::taptap::

ME ::sips tea and is generally a fair shade triumphantly smug:: Aaaaaye?

H.O.D: By the by, November was Trans Awareness month.

ME: Oh ho ho ho, how tasty irony is, say I, for I have since completed that assignm-mwuaaaah . . .?

H.O.D: And you totally need to do some art for it. Which is hilarious because today is the 1st of December.

ME: There's a such thing as Trans Awareness month?

H.O.D: Apparently. And you totally missed it, tee hee.

ME: Hrm, what to do . . . Do you think if I get rear-ended by a bus going fast enough, I can go back in time?

H.O.D: Anything's worth trying once.