Tourification.

Just so happens that it being 3:14 AM and Aaron isn't using his computer, I had a few minutes while he was brushing his teeth to snap some pics of sketches I did during long van trips and make a BLOG POST!!! woo.

I feel like I died and went to New Jersey. Since I'm currently in New Jersey, its still pending wether that's a good thing or not.

So, this is like my ultimate pet, he is furry, but not A furry, and also can eat your entire face.... so...

I draw on my hand, sorry mom, I know you hate me for this, but there comes a time in a mans life that he just has to stand up and do his own thing, become his own person, you know? So, I'm taking a stand, rebelling, and drawing on my hand. OOOooo, such a badboy. -herp-

"Looookeee. ith a sthee monthsther!" 

This is a collaborative drawin' bah me an' Kåroleenah, I don't know how those monster curls look like DELICIOUS bagels with some sort of flaming exterior, but it happened, and I am enthused. Also, if I was a small balloon child, I would continually talk in a lisp, wether I had one or not, simply for the sake of being a small balloon child. 

Is it weird that though this thing has a trackpad I phantom-grabbed for the mouse that doesn't exist? I think that's pretty weird. I think you're pretty weird, if you kept reading this far. Seriously, whyyyy.

Okay, I'll be talking about the tour in general later, but the most important things so far are... The van almost tipped when our lovely driver ran it into a ditch, I danced a chicahominee friendship dance, like a BOSS, and... the holocaust. Although the holocaust happened a while ago I thought I should mention it. -moment of silence- 

I should really go to bed now. Goodnight ya'll, and don't let the bedbugs bite yo' dentures right out o' yo mouth, cuz tha's jist nasty.