So I Used To Draw Comics...

            Okay, so I don't sing often, it's not really a thing I do. So when I actually put my headphones on and completely disregard how I might sound and just enjoy the music, I do not appreciate being informed of how terrible I am-ROSIE. Not cool. 
            And on a different note, I have come to the viable conclusion that I either do something everyday or once in a blue moon. There is no in-between. So what I'm going to do is try to keep doing things daily again and not just crash when I miss one day. Yay, more promises of productivity! We all know how well those go. Sigh.
            So I've been watching a lot of vloggers on YouTube  (Instead of working.) And part of me thinks 'Oh, that looks fun.' But... speaking verbally... more planning involved... we don't have a camera... I am neither British nor funny... yeah, that's not going to happen. Plus one of them draws stuff that makes me want to just face-desk because the list of things I actually find difficult to draw is quite long. Pretty much what I focused on the most was drawing faces and didn't pay much attention to anything else. Looking back at an old comic I realize I couldn't draw cars for crap, but at least it was on par with everything else in the thing. The was also this one part where I completely blanked on how to draw faces and there is just a stretch where I don't show anybody's expression. I was also attempting to draw 'realistically' in that comic.
What I thought realistic was is quite hilarious.
Though I admire my younger self's ability to do comics and not throw the paper away in frustration or puzzle herself over elaborate layout frame things learned from Maximum Ride graphic novels. And to actually be kind of decent minus the occasional terrible line, plothole, or factual inaccuracy. (I.E. A 12-year-old driving a car and nobody noticing.) But most could be explained by magic and science and things not even I could understand.
I wanna try to do a comic now.
I'm going to do that thing!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Tangent Adventure 1: Flight the First

            Don't you hate it when a day goes by and you realize you have done nothing productive. Well, you straightened out your disaster of a closet, and did what your parents asked. But other than that-nada. Sigh, I almost wish Dave would act up again, just to break the boredom... But no more spiders. Spiders are off limits. Especially those of the large, tarantula-like variety. I do not need that kind of stuff in my life. 
I should be careful what I wish for.
And no sooner had I said that than the giant newt himself materialized in my doorway, nearly putting me into cardiac arrest, the jerkface. Me and my big mouth. 
And here is the start of my first great (tangent) adventure!
             I don't know what was more terrifying, the sudden, intimidating sight he was, the thought of my parent's reactions to his intrusion, or the fact that from what I could read from his weird reptilian face, he seemed scared. He didn't even laugh when I tumbled off my chair with my hands pressed over my mouth to mute my startled shriek.
It must be serious.
Unfortunately I was much too ticked at him for the last two astute observations of mine to register, and I am afraid I was quite rude.
"What-the-Hades you fff-freaky fish thing!" I hissed, throwing my two pillows at him and nearly my plushie TARDIS at him before I realized that I actually cared if he tore that into teddy bear stuffing or not. "What are you doing up here? What if my parents see you? What if-" I let out another frightened shriek as he took a step closer. I backpedaled into my bed, just as something started to bang on my window really hard.
     Dave blinked hard, trying to see past the glare of my bedside lamp. "Skinnybones?" He said, though it sounded more like 'Shkinthybohnthsh.' That's what he calls me by the way. Creep. I stood very still, glaring. "What do want?"
"Pack your things. You're going on a trip." He threw me my bath robe. So I was going Arthur Dent style-y was I? Okay then, just let me get my towel... "Buzz off, muck-breath." I snapped. "You're not supposed to be here." I was pushing my luck, I could tell. I flinched as whatever it was rapped on the window again. He growled quietly. "Skins, if you knew what was at stake you'd trust me." I smirked. "What's at stake then, pond-scum." (If you think I'm being harsh, just remember we've been a thorn in each other's side for most of my life, and he was a bit like the two mummy's that used to hang out in my closet. Except he hasn't vacated the premises yet.) I thought fast. Okay, first I'll throw the bathrobe in his face...
"The entirety of Space and Time."
I burst out laughing and didn't stop until the window behind me shattered and Dave whisked out of it-carrying me with him."Daaave! Ow! You bit me! You just bi-ugh..." Did you know Amphiblagons had knock-out type venom? I didn't. I slumped over in mid-squirm, one arm in my robe sleeve, and out like a light. Not exactly how you'd picture someone going off to save Time and Space. If Dave was telling the truth and had not just finally had enough of me...
So will I save Time and Space? Will Dave tell me what's going on? Will he eat me? All questions will be answered tomorrow, same place, roughly the same time. Maybe. Stay tuned...
To be continued. This is going to be a thing I do, a little episode-story-thing as I go. I think it might be fun. You can tell me what you think. Please?

T.Y.G.E.R.

Short and to the Cliffhanger

            Let me start by saying there is definitely something nice about reading next to a good storm or rain. Finally started that book I need to read for school. Haven't gotten far, but I kinda like it. I also started reading A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I think it's absolutely brilliant. Surprisingly, started thinking that after reading the first paragraph and kept thinking that right up to now. I'm at chapter five currently.
Drove a go-kart again. Had fun.
Went to the library. Forgot to check to see if I could access Yahoo.
So far things are good. There's one more thing I haven't told you about yet, but that will come to light tomorrow after things have been expanded on slightly. That's really all I have for today, goodbye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

An Announcement!

I will probably regret this later, but I have now decided, as of.... Wednesday, June 5, 2013 on 3:15 PM to try and post something at least once a day, everyday, until school starts. Let's see how well this goes. Even if nothing happens, maybe I'll just make up something  (not make up as in lie, make up as in fiction stuff and maybe story previews or little tangents) on the spot. If anybody has any suggestions (who am I kidding the only one who every comments is my dad and he doesn't ever say anything useful either) comment. I kind of like comments. I would really, really like it if someone commented. 
I now return you to your regular browsing session.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Productive?

I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT WORK ON ONE STORY ALL BREAK.
            And eat and shower occasionally, as needed. Most of the time. I go to school Monday. Ew. I don't need school. I have a computer! But last Friday I was innocently drawing using ideas spawned from the Art of Alice: Madness Returns and a little of Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. (Which I had recently discovered through YouTube and decide I liked it quite a lot.) And suddenly my brain went MUST WRITE STORY. I had considered such a thought earlier, but had dismissed it for reasons of it wouldn't translate out of my brain well. (Being originally a Daydream, these things tend to end up having MASSIVE gaps in logic and flow.) It's   a twisted Vivia Drea story. And I'm not really good at horror, I don't think. It's just not happening the way everything I got done went the first day. Nevertheless, I have been a single-minded MACHINE. Well, after occasional breaks and if my flow gets broken I will have a heckuva hard time getting back into it. The main characters name is Jane Newell so far... but it shouldn't matter 'cause I'm probably not posting the story.
            So my sister revealed a shocking fact: SHE HAS KNOWN WHERE THE iPEN WAS ALL ALONG, dun, dun, dun! I feel so betrayed. After waiting, then demanding it back when she obviously wasn't using it, I did this.

I'm getting pretty good at this. Maybe I could ask for a Tablet for my birthday... probably wouldn't get it, but it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

T.Y.G.E.R.

Happy Holidays!

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone.
          Yeah. So it's a weird holiday this year. Firstly because we had it in our house instead of my Aunt Becky's. Second because my cousin Andy's chasing my sister with a... nevermind. Turkey neck. Not going to talk about it. Not going to get involved.
Weirdest. Family. Ever!
           Oh, and this bit of news could go everywhere or nowhere: My dad says he has an idea to turn our tree house into a TARDIS.
Best. Family. Ever!
           Yeah, we have a tree house, wired with electricity (I helped with that) and everything! But the roof is made of a type of wood that leaks. Badly. So it's currently in renovations purgatory. Mildew, cobwebs, dirt. Yech! But we have the tools to fix it! I think... Last I checked... Details, Details... But all that aside-A TARDIS! Doctor Who is the coolest thing ever. Paint it blue on the outside, instead of it's blendy-bleary gray and green, and totally convert the inside. (Using lots of junk. That area, though, is covered. We do have junk.) So, now... resources (quite possibly), motivation...
But we're probably gonna need time. Planning and stuff. Models.
Can't wait.

T.Y.G.E.R.