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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Insomnia




I've had a weird sort of week really.
I'm usually plagued by insomnia. 
I usually spent each night tossing and turning in my sheets until dawn,
but over the last month I've slept well.
My sleeping problems were replaced by an overwhelming
desire to sleep all the time in fact. 
This seemed to include classes and work breaks. 
I got more stressed, there were more tears, until one of my lecturers caught me napping in her class and took me to the receptionist. 

The receptionist took me to the doctor. 

The doctor sent me away to get blood tests, thinking I might have diabetes. 

The blood test people took my blood. 

I waited, and stressed, and waited some more. 

Then I went back to the doctor. 
It seemed I had no iron. 
Not just low iron, I had little to no iron in my body at all. 

The doctor gave me a piece of paper and sent me to the chemist.
The chemist gave me pills. 

And in between all this I had to get all my assignments in.
So now I have to take these little brown pills to get my iron levels up.


You know
I have noticed a difference since I started taking them.
I've stopped sleeping. 


Essay (of doom)





Post modernism; Even we don't know what it means.
Essay = unwritten
Cuddles = non existent 
Becky = very sad...

Sometimes I'm Allowed to Feel Sorry For Myself


The life of the poor uni student continues

How I Wish That Movie Ended







hehehehe
Sadly the script writer was far less witty.
Or was it too soon?
I can't even tell if I'm treading on the toes of P.C. anymore.
Probably.
Do I care?
Hardly.

Tormentor to Tormented

Scenes from 2010




Friday, April 1, 2011

This is How I Procrastinate


Isaac and I spent a lovely day in Auckland city. We hung around and drew in Victoria Park and then we saw a naked dude in one of the high raisers. It was pretty funny, I don't think he knew we could very much see him.


Philosophy from my brother Jeff






Today







A comic I was going to write. I should really give it another go

Why Artists Never Have Tidy Rooms


I could have a huge row of different sized Death Stars hanging throughout my room. I could even punch a hole in one and say its only half finished and still under construction. 
I really need to throw it away and not think about it anymore.
Why is it so hard for me not to just clean and turn off my creative?


Pokemon Making Me Think


It probably sounds better in Japanese. I thought it was cute anyway.