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I’m still on a hiatus but . . . .

I’ve gotten more and more wrapped up in Marvel, happily reading and writing crossover stories with spidey and fantastic four, shipping Pepperoni like no ones business, and even getting into the hulk a little bit.  During all this I decide (not for the first time) that I want to try reading american comics again and while it hasn’t been a success ( I think I need a guide) I’ve learned a lot more than I knew before

1. American comics have multiple artists and authors, which adds to some of the confusion in their continuity.
2. you can start in on the middle to certain plot arcs

As a manga reader the idea of picking up on one piece 700 chapters in is an appalling  concept but I’ve been assured that I can start reading the newer arc of xmen and don’t need to start in the pre-Phoenix days.  I’ll admit, the idea of reading x-men without Jean is pretty foreign to me.  Go figure, most people don’t like jean but do like scott.  I have to be opposite, and deal with dear old scottie-o.

If I do start a young child on xmen though I’m going to tell them not to look up anything about wolverine’s past, since piecing it together was apparently part of what made him most popular.  I doubt this will be possible, but I can try for a little while.

I’m really frustrated with the multiple artists and the fact the large crews put the comics together.  I really like the uniform art styles for each series and the continuity from panel to panel.  Reading many american comics feels rushed and jerky, like they’re trying to get as much in in as few pages as they possibly can.  Mangakas put out chapters by the week so it makes sense to stretch each scene out, beyond just the flow of it but I really feel it makes you feel more like you’re reading a real book or story as opposed to some half baked picture book.

Some of the non-marvel/DC american comics I’ve read do it more in the Mangaka way but I’ve yet to find an xmen or the like done this way.

^ this is how I feel when frustratingly trying to figure all this out.

Meanwhile I hop back on here from time to time and see my post from before I watched avengers and feel like such a little poser.  Its all made worse when I remember how much I didn’t enjoy fantastic 4, spiderman, hulk, etc and when I watched them again now they’re like the best poorly written few hours of my summer.  This I do not understand.  Eventually my avengers and general marvel hype will die down again and I’ll be back to the little x-fan I was before.  That is- until Iron man 3, Avengers 2, Thor 2, and Captain America 2 and the currently untitled 2014 marvel studios movie.  I can’t decide if I want a black widow movie or a Mark Ruffalo hulk more!

Alas alas, I’m off to tumble and write!

psssssst, I’ll probably get more active again when school starts back up and my new roomie Natalie and I cook awesome things in our fantastically clean kitchen that’s only the two of us! Plus, we’re both art majors so expect great crafts to be born and I’ll share them with you.

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This is a Hiatus

Summer has begun and remember how I said I might have to fangasm a little? Well, I’m fangasming out the wazoo.  I’m catching up on all my Thor cannon and creating my own entire head cannon.  Widow has been added to my list of female characters I need to add to my portrait gallery (which so far is  . . .  just wonderwoman.  but I’m getting there!)

While I’m off in the bowels of the internet/ trying to find a job look at what I’m obsessing myself with on tumblr 


oh, and I’ve also joined Hiddleston’s army. His smile melts my heart to putty.

its getting warm out side . .. time for ice tea!

Its probably the British in my blood and the southern in my brain that’s got me jumping for ice tea once the temperature gets too warm to rationalize hot tea, but oh dear is it a lovely thing.  Apparently, I lived years and years not knowing that one could drink ice tea without buying specifically labeled “ICE TEA”, but now that I know there’s not much holding me back.

Now I love herbal tea, which works great for iced.  My favorite tea at the moment is Green Cinnamon though, which was a surprisingly successful experiment.

you didn’t know that any tea could be iced either? well, here’s what I like.
Now I like using my tea leaves that I got from the korean grocery store near my school simply because it’s super yummy but a simple tea bag works fine as well. Obviously though if you’re making more than a single cup you’ll need more than a single bag.

I like just dumping the leaves straight into my bottle since the tea diffuser only makes 2 cups.


This time I used my VOSS bottle, because it’s kinda epically shaped and glass.
so in went maybe just over a tablespoon of that and a few pieces of cinnamon bark.


I like using my cinnamon bark, as opposed to sticks because A. they were cheap to buy in bulk at the indian grocery store and B. I store them in a plastic bag and the broken pieces that collect at the bottom work well for this (since they’re half the size of the rest of the bark)

then I steep it like regular tea! only thing (I realized after I’d been carting around my iced tea from class to class) is its kinda a yellow-y colour. I’ll let you guess what it looked like.  So I decided to milk it, and that worked just as well, if not a little better!

If wanted, sugar’s added while it’s still hot, to help it dissolve best.  You can get the leaves out if you want but since my bottle’s so tall I’m not really worried about drinking them.  I always like my ice tea strong anyways too, so the longer it can steep, the better.

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If I never see another fish it’ll be too soon

So my show was a few weeks ago now, so my hatred of fish is waning but still burning pretty well
I finally “finished” my paper mache fish, by which I got them completed but not perfected.  they still have a bunch of problems: namely the tails which I practically forgot and didn’t get to spend too much time on making the way I wanted to look.

If you were curious how they turned out, here’s some pictures! only took me way too long.



As you can see I had to construct a trellis for them to hang from and it was a little last minute stressful.  I also failed to realize the difficulty with hanging pieces and how nice it would be to have hooks on pre-measured string for hanging them. yeah, learning experience. The fish line (oh the irony) showed up so much less in the gallery, which was awesome.  Something to think about when using fish line, the lighting. There’s also one little fishie who didn’t make it to the party since he’s still hanging up in the sculpture building. he would have helped get my idea across, as well as 10 more fish and a veiling I could drill into. It’d hard to tell from the pictures, but they have a minor V formation going too (like geese, which strikes my funny bone in ways to long to explain now)

My friends also showed in out tiny intermediate 1 week show (but they’re both painters, so we won’t judge them too hard c; )

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You got a guest speaker in . . . art? Do I still go to the same college?

My College likes to pretend they don’t have an art department, unless you talk to the people in charge of helping you with graduation and degree planning and then they’re the first to inform you that your major has the most work of any of them.  But the other week I was down checking my mail when I saw this piece of paper taped over the water fountain.


It read.  I rubbed my eyes and looked again.  Could this be true? Was there a guest speaker at University of Dallas that was to do with art? Usually any visiting artists are only advertised in the art village and they’re the sort that mom really doesn’t want you to be.  You know, the sort that make traditional art and live off it. This was a Legit artist in society working a job in the business world! Well I assumed I could plug it into my phone sometime when the mail room staff weren’t behind my back staring as I stood with my eyes glued to a piece of paper. Lo and Behold though, I COULDN’T FIND THE FLYER ANYWHERE ELSE ON CAMPUS. What is this dark magic that the only flyer is down in the mail room?
I corralled my  other art major friends (because this is texas after all, we can’t just gather them) and told them about this and they were eager to see this one lone sign above the water fountain.  Leading them to the spot we all 3 stood and stared.  It was true, not an illusion.  There really was a visiting illustrator!

Well, a week passed and the day for his visit came.  So marching out of Art History we ventured down to the basement of Braniff (the building were everything except science and Drama is.  English, Theology, Philosophy, History, Education; all squeezed into one big building that always smells of skunk.  Delightful.  but down tot he basement we went never the less! Down to the media center room; a tiny little room with computers, a smart board, and a large industrial sized double ceramic sink.  Chairs were all lined up in rows and my fear was that they weren’t going to get enough people to fill them.

As my friend Haley and I sat there more people slowly came in, much to my surprise and filled up almost the entire room! Somehow many of the other art majors had managed to see that one little sign in the mail room too and I saw 3-4 of them sitting behind me.  The others I found out were all students in Children’s Lit and this was their normally scheduled class time. Figures, now it all made sense why he was here.

Well as I sat through his presentation I realized I couldn’t be an illustrator for the same reason I couldn’t become a  story boarder.  He drew many many images and ditched some and cut up others and just kept doodling it up.  I’ve always been a one good final sort of gal.  I love sketching but I haven’t ever been able to just sit down and doodle out 50 million people in a week.  Yes, I know I need to get better about that but I enjoy making 50 million little tack welds in that same time so much more.  At the moment though my sketch book’s suffering because in the spare time I used to use drawing in it I’ve taken to crocheting.  I wish I had four hands sometimes so I could keep them busy with multiple activities and well has never need someone to help me hold something up. I wonder if my brain could keep up with them all?

Regardless! Back to my point.  The Illustrator was Don Tate, probably nice to mention that, right?

After realizing what I probably wasn’t cut out to do my idea of what I could do were reenforced. The techie side was totally up my alley and layout is definitely my scene.  My little pre-fabricated blog here isn’t much of a testament to my skills, I know, but I’ve only taught myself a teeny tiny little bit of website stuff.  I made my profile on Gaia Online in BBC and amped up my Neopets’ page as a kid as well as chugging through some confusing HTML during the last week of my computer problem problem solving (*cough*learntousegoogleandexcel*cough*) class.  I genuinely feel that if given access to the right programs and some actual instruction I should be able to get it all down pat so that it all looks as snazzy as my 7th grade science fair poster. aw, yeah, green ribbon.  But I’m getting totally off topic!

What actually stuck in my head the most was when he mentioned that you don’t have to have your own signature style.  My art always evolves with what I’ve been looking at recently.  A turn towards realism during human figure, bold angles and shapes while watching justice league, detailed hair when obsessing over Mucha.  I was thinking this was a problem.  All the artists I love on DA have a distinctive style and every artist I see on TV or in books like Tim Burton and Erik Carl seems to have a style that’s distinctly their own. I was thinking I need to tucker down and decide how my brains works. Then he mentioned that that really only works some of the time.  Big name artists seem to have that but having multiple styles allows you to appeal to more buyers.  Certain book companies ask for a particular style that you’ve developed and wouldn’t have looked at you if you only drew in a different one.  It makes sense if you think about it.

     He also spoke about writing which actually peaked my interest most of all. I know, I know, I’m an artist.  I don’t actually consider myself a writer in any capacity except for enjoyment.  I’m far to undisciplined. But Last year I wrote a short story for Literary Traditions IV and my teacher mentioned I should tidy it up and submit it for the school’s publication.  I thought that sounded like a lovely idea but I never got around to it.  Well, he mentioned children’s books are only around 500 words.  I sit down and write things that short every day for fun.  What if I just decided on some coherent story line in a magical realism environment and started collecting some child friendly- themed stories that I could do something with? This idea sounded like so much fun to me.  If I ever wanted to go somewhere with that it would also be pretty nice for my resume to have my short story in the school publication.  I could also brag about it. [/humility].  But the Long and short of it is his talk inspired me to dredge up my short story from my external hard drive and finally revise it.  My roommie even mentioned she reads over her friend’s screen plays.  I sure I might be able to convince her to give me some constructive criticism.
     I leave you with a quote that I feel speaks well for me when I’m trying to convince my Dostoevsky reading Miltonian friends the value of my obsession with crazy things that don’t exist and aren’t a stand in for a biblical allusion.

“Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I could be wrong.”

-Terry Pratchett

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Hand study: Then and Now

My first time sculpting a hand was junior year of high School.  I made a metal frame that I built up with clay.  After getting the hand how I wanted it I asked the teacher if I could kiln it, well surprise surprise . . .  no.  Because there was metal in it she said it wasn’t possible to bisque it.  Plus I’m pretty sure that with the knowledge I have now it wouldn’t have worked out being and solid and thick as it was. So I covered in in plaster instead and painted it up.  My experience with this project and a few others in those years as inspired me to try and teach art in the future maybe and impart as much knowledge about as vast a number of techniques as I possibly can. because as much fun as learning on your own is, learning and making something properly and well is even better.

Well that hand has been sitting in my parent’s house for a few years now, scaring the neighbors (since my mom has it sitting half in a bowl of popuri).  Now, three years later I decided to try again.  I was thinking about going into animation with modeling so I told my sculpture professor I wanted to try the craft out.  He hands me a big box of plasticine and a plaster cast of someone’s hand.  “Alex,” he tells me, “you make a big ball like this, roll out some fingers and stick them on, smooth it out and add the details.  use calipers to gauge the thickness.” Well . . .  I never got any calipers but I did have a stick and some string. After some off and on toiling for a week or two out pops a nice brown plasticine hand like the one below.  I make a mould of that and cast a few resin copies, which the one below is one of.

alright so it was a long time between hand one and hand 2 but there’s a big difference.  I’m actually kinda shocked that I managed to improve that much without actually practicing any modeling between the 2 studies.  I chalk it up to a few things.

1. a better understanding of anatomy in general.  When I sculpted that first hand I drew people like the picture on the left, and I could tell that I was stretching a few things out but not even half as much as I actually saw I was.  I thought the neck was just a little long, not giraffe levels.  And that was one of my few drawings that looked person-like.  When I made the second hand my people sketches had evolved to something more like the drawing on the right.











Now part of that improvement is practice but half of it is from my classes at college.  For the first time in my life I’ve had formal drawing lessons.  More than human figure class, what actually helped most was Basic Drawing I.  Meaning still lives, boxes and tedious studies of sticks and laundry baskets.  That class taught me how to sight measure with my pencil and thumb.  THE MOST HELPFUL SKILL I’VE EVER LEARNED. I swear, thus I put it in caps. 4srs.  When I actually got to human figure I really really really wish we did more with muscles.  We did so much skeleton! And sure, skeleton is important for proportions but without a muscle study I saw on the internet my people would all have straight line arms unless they’re from DBZ. (if which case they’ll look like a poorly drawn Bane from Batman)

2. the ability to see something wrong.  Seriously you don’t realize this until you gain it but you just can’t see things.  They just look right.  Just like how I didn’t realize my stained glass woman’s hands were . . . wrong.
Oh the horror. it was a bad year for hands. (oh yeah and, look, no muscles)
 Alright well I just realized what angle is missing from the second hand collage.  The side shot.  The wrist on the first was was flat and not rounded and that carried over to the back of the hand being too flat.  I just couldn’t see it. I think I saw something was wrong but couldn’t figure out what. That was one of the last things i fixed on my second hand.  I think the professor thought I couldn’t see it because I didn’t fix it for so long until, surprise! I did!

3.  Materials. Not so much, but plasticine: much easier to work with than clay. Not sculpy clay or something but the legit stuff that drys out and breaks and has to be put in a 1600 degree kiln to bisque.  Yeah, that’s what I was working with. I didn’t risk the fingers falling off with the plasticine since it was such a flexible medium.

4. Practice.  Speaks for itself.  Drawing hands regularly helped me to understand how they work much better so that I remember more when  sculpting it the second time.

5. I don’t know how legit it is but when I get frustrated with a boss battle I’ve lost 7 times I put down the controller and turn off the console and do something else for a month. (yeah I deal with it well).  When I pick it back up easily peazy! I don’t understand this phenomena but it holds true for so many other things.  Sometimes I need one of two warm up sketches but the next one’s always better. It bewilders me.

Curious about my older works, well I re-found them all on my old art blog!

I said it before but I’ll say it again, seeing your improvement is awesome.  Even when you’re intimidated by Mucha or Da Vinci and think you’ll never get that good, you look back to what you were doing just a little while ago and you know as long as you keep working at it’s a total possibility.  You just need patience and can’t give up~ <3

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laurenslatest’s Hasselback Garlic Cheesy Bread

Does this picture not just make you salivate even if you’re not hungry?

Saturday morning I wake up with the full intention of  doing some paper mache but it’s too cold out so I make bread instead.  I’d had my eye on Hasselback Garlic Cheesy Bread for a while now and decided it’d a perfect morning to try it!

Honestly, I haven’t had much luck with yeast so I wasn’t expecting it to work but it did, and quite well.  Thus, I have no pictures.  (It was gobbled up quite quickly)

I made a few changes that turned out very nicely too.

1. I couldn’t get all the flour in the recipe into my dough.  It calls for 3 cups I think I only put about 2 1/4-1/2.
2. It was all hand done, since I have come to dislike electric kitchen appliances and tools so nothing was done with a beater. I kneaded my dough myself, but since I don’t quite know how bakers do it I did it like a ceramicist. So I guess my dough was wedged, if that really makes a difference.
3. I didn’t have garlic butter or a mixer so I minced about half a clove and used two knives to whip it into about 3/4 cup of stick butter. Then I set the metal bowl on the pre-heating oven and it was melted by the time I needed it.  Since it had cloves I used a basting brush and a spoon to make sure I got some minced garlic in all the slits. I also made sure there was minced garlic on the top which browned and was a flavorful crunch.
4. I used Sharp Cheddar which added a nice kick and then ate it with hot sauce. mmmm, tapatios <3

I’m definitely going to try making this again and maybe I’ll be able to have it for longer than a single day too. In my defense I shared it with 5 girls though and totally didn’t eat the largest quantity myself. >____>

My goal next time I make it: Aesthetics.  I need to improve how I twist the bread and get the cheese on there better.  Investing in a bread knife might help too.
I’m thinking this one would be fun, I already have a few similar ones in paring and chef’s so it would match up lovely~

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Afghans . . . FINISHED!

My First Finished Piece! A rather small baby blanket made of hexagons.  I finished it this past summer but just got around to taking pictures of it now.  I was wondering what I was going to do with it but I was informed it was given to my cousin Elizabeth who just had a baby. I’m so glad it has a home! The hexagons where so much fun to start with since the pattern was simple but difficult enough that my first attempts crocheting I learned about single, double, bobble, and corners.  I still wish I had had more than 2 colours, but what can you do when you’ve stranded in a dormitory complex in the middle of a texas summer?

Second afghan! Smaller than I wished, but I’d originally started it as a baby blanket then changed my mind.  So it’s like a narrow full size blanket.  Totally snuggle-up-in-able though~ I wanted to do a zig zag stitch but I couldn’t understand what the pattern was telling me! Off I went to Attic24 and used her ripple pattern instead.  Well, her pattern taught my exactly what I was doing wrong in the zig zag.  I hope to make a lovely little cliche old school zig zag some time soon!

Third  afghan! This time a classic granny square! Once again, I didn’t pick out the colours. >:\ Why have I not picked out the colours of any of my projects? Well, working with my three colours I went traditional and had a blast! until I got to rows 9 and 10 at which I kinda never wanted to see another granny square as long as I lived.  I absolutely must have at least 2 running projects to switch between when one technique starts getting monotonous.

It took me 3 days of organizing my yarn collection ROYGBIV, but I finally came up with what I wanted to do for my next afghan and it’s coming along lovely~ but I’ll save that for next post.  I’m off to make sweet and sour shrimp to some Jedward!

New Classes, new arts~

I’ve officially made it through the first two days of class which means there’s only 2 classes I haven’t gone to yet and I have to say, so far, I think this is going to be a good semester.  I’ve got 19 credits and only 6 of them aren’t artsy. American History and Astronomy.  The latter intrigues me and I’m hoping is as fun as finding constellations on my own was.  The Former . . . urgh.  More US history, I’m rather bored of it and I’ve only taken a single semester.  US history just has to be presented correctly otherwise it’s easily the most boring thing ever.  It’s made even worse that most people have had all the basics their whole life so little ‘russian history and IB history’ is left in the dark for things they assume you know.

I’m seriously pumped for Printmaking as I really have NO IDEA what to expect! <3

I’m finally free in sculpture! But once again it hits me “What should I do?” On my own, sure, I just work with my OCs but I don’t think they’ll work for class.  Originally I was thinking I could go with keys and clocks and blimps and things.  To my delight I walked in the studio last semester, thinking this, and lo and behold! One of the new grad students was all steampunked out! My boat was rather floated, but alas I decided that while it was fun for me for one project it wasn’t where my heart was. So off I went to think what I wanted to do.  Pure fantasy again? (Oh my lovely griffon Pot, how I wish I’d known more art history when I’d made you!)
I found my old blog with some of my Highschool fantasy stuff on it recently when I googled myself~

I decided I might want to mix it up a little bit.  So no pure fantasy, no steampunk, no Oc.  where should I go.  Well I fall back on what I seem to always fall back on since I’ve gotten to UD: Fantasia.

These fish always seem to be what I resort to when I don’t know what to do and they always seem to be very popular! My marker colour wheel, My flip book, my visual narrative. So I took the plans from last semester and started hammering them out.  I’m thinking maybe some sort of fish lamp that incorporates cloth? I wish I had a sewing machine. >:{  This is definitely on my wish list now. :3nod:

So I’m thinking my pieces need clutter.  Without clutter I flounder.

Other than that there’s art history , Gallery practicum, and theatre arts workshop. Art history: less thrilling.  but on the upside I get to work with layout again and then try out the theatre side of crafting again <3

Best wrong number EVER

So around 10 last night I receive a call from Georgia.  Since I’ve had my Georgia Cell I’ve gotten several wrong numbers, all from people with accents.  This particular wrong number had a lovely ebonic accent. can you say it that way? his dialect was ebonic.  He used ebonics? I feel like I’m in middle school again and I’m cornered in the bus asking for a definition of ghetto. At that time my answer was “I don’t think one can really define such a term concisely” and it sufficed. The topic of bus conversation was redirected.  Back to my wrong number though.
Around 10 I get a call.  Not recognizing the number I don’t pick up.  An hour later they call again, clearly they’re trying to get through.  Looking at the number I figure, it might be one of my little sister’s friends so I text them asking who they are.  my response: “idk who dis”.  Erm, you called me first? I don’t respond so they resend the message.  I refuse to answer.  after a while I get a message “dis bre”.  Well I enjoy linguistic hints in messages and am quite saddened by the fact the news finds this unprofessional now.  it was pretty fun in the 1980’s when the newsie strike was covered and Kid Blink was quoted for “Dis is de time when we’se got to stick together like glue.”.  So Bre’s ‘dis’es made me smile.  oh you.
 I tell Bre I know no one by that name and that he must have the wrong number. He responds with “dis Brina”.  It retrospect I realize what he was saying, at the time (due to the lack of punctuation) I assumed he shared a phone with his sister or something and put her on.  I was quite confused.  Alright Brina, I’ll talk to you too but I don’t know you either.
Again he asks “who dis” so I tell him it’s a random chick in VA, not GA and thus: the wrong number.  He persists that I wrote my number for him in “da book lol” so eventually I tell him, “look this is Alex, not who ever you’re trying to reach” and he’s all “My bad Bro” . . . . . . now I’m a dude? I got dude treatment and he finally stopped bothering me.  Alright fine, I’ll be a dude to random Georgian Bre.  Goodnight.  It’s past 12 now.
RING RING RING.  Now, ringing’s one thing but my tone if the advent children version of the Victory theme from Loz’s phone. C: [/pride] and I totally never let my phone ring extra long in public to see if anyone recognizes it. >C no one ever does.  Is it to much to ask to find another FFVII fan? I need to make my texting sound LOZ opening chest and item catch.  Maybe I’ll find someone then. Well, imagining waking up to this REALLY REALLY REALLY loud (because I’m totally deaf)

So I pick up and tell him straight out it’s the wrong number and go back to sleep. See, you talked to me in person, I’m not Brina (he asked for Brina but I didn’t realize until the next morning I was too tired to think). When you ask me something I ask “pardon” and I’m about as super white as they get.  White Dip Brat, eh.  Even if you don’t know Brina very well you should be able to hear that I have a different accent.  Well, Bre’s not so smart. I get another call at 3 and THANK GOODNESS that was the last one that night.

the next morning he calls again.  I wake up at 10 to VICTORY FANFARE! First-Quiet-morning.  Seriously? EVERYONE in my family of seven left early so I actually got to sleep in silence.  I NEVER get to do that and of course Bre calls.  I pick up, half asleep and sounding like a 50 year old smoker. “This is Still the wrong number” I tell him and he’s all ‘sorry my bad’.

I recieved over 10 more calls from him that day only after the first 5 he got some other guy to ask for Brina.  The last two were from a woman who left a nice little message asking Brina to call her back.  I’m really curious what their relationship to this woman is that they don’t recognize her voice but they all call her.  My mom thinks Brina owes them money and my sister thinks it’s a prank call.  If my mom’s right they’re really nice about it.  If my sister’s right they’re amazingly persistent.  I even got my Friend Jon to tell them to stop calling.  and He still called.

My mom said to block the number but it’s not that annoying yet (as long as the calls are out of earshot when I’m sleeping.  Yeah now the phone’s in the cat house charging)  plus I’m really curious how long they’ll keep it up.  Do they think they’ll magically suddenly get Brina if they call enough? Or do they think I’m faking? Brina’s really there but I keep taking her calls! I don’t know but it’s the most fun I’ve had all break.

RING RING! “xandi pick up your phone” “aw no mum, that’s just Bre calling again” “who?” “my Homie.  He calls all the time”

B) Aw yeah. Best wrong number ever. I’m even thinking of making my middle name of Facebook Brina for like a week or so.