Kings and Queens have to wait

Dear Whomever It May Concern, 


Charlene hasn't been able to blog because her body has been barraged with various illnesses. It started off with body aches and a sore throat. I was like, OK, I can deal with this. I'm a doctor. Then she came in with a runny nose that wouldn't stop running. I tried using that "is your nose running?" joke on her, but I don't think she appreciated it. She tried to stab me with a thermometer; it didn't go well. 


Now she just won't stop coughing. It's really gross. I was all, "hey I get that you're in the doctor's office, but you don't have to cough all over the place. Show some respect, damn." 


Then she tried to stab me again, this time with a tongue depressor. Let's just say that I'm writing with my other hand now. 


Anyway, Charlene is recuperating nicely with the heavy dosage of drawing and 90s bubblegum pop I've prescribed her. So she'll be fine. And I've since taken away all sharp objects from her. 


Totally from her real doctor,  

Dr. Pepper

Fun fact: I've been listening to a playlist called "FUCK YEAH 90s" nonstop now. It basically contains songs that may not necessarily be from the 90s, but are all from my childhood. Aw man.

This is pretty much my drawing process; start on something, feel stuck, start doodling nonsense things in the sidelines.

But wait! There's more!

Rapture and Awe

Hi, everybody! (and this is where you go, "Hi, Dr. Nick!") I'm here, it's 2ish AM and the rapture hasn't arrived yet. I wasn't exactly sure whether it was a day-based thing or a time-based thing that would occur on the particular day... But either way, you need to cancel your dinner reservations. Because this is serious business.


Unfortunately, I don't have any particular profundity to spout or more jabs to poke. All I have are these quick photos that I managed to get while partaking in the lovingly warm outside world today before the weather goes badonk because of you-know-what.


And now it's 2:30ish AM. Nothing yet on my end of the world. Lemme know if something comes up on your end of the world. Whether your clocks start going backwards, or your dog starts acting weird, or your doorstep suddenly becomes inhabited by a certain Son of God who has a baseball mitt in hand... Either way, y'know.

V-neck- Thailand  ::  Skinnies- Gap  ::  Shoes- Jessica Simpson  ::  Ribbon- who knows and what does it matter because THE RAPTURE IS UPON US
Oh yeah, and look, I got a new haircut yay hi everybody hi.

WWJD? Probably say, "chillax everyone, chillax." 
My mom will probably kill me for saying that. Or not, since she isn't completely convinced that Jesus is going to make a comeback so soon. She also isn't insane.

The smell of last year

Blouse- secondhand  ::  Belt- Thailand  ::  Skirt- so long ago, since ... 9th grade! geez  ::  Sandals- TJMaxx  :: Lipstick- Revlon Lustrous Lipstick "Plumalicious"  ::  Horse- THE LAND OF EQUESTRIA

Can you ever believe that this statue is made out of metal, not wood? 

Though I wore this shirt primarily for the practical reason to cover myself without collapsing into a pool of tired sweat, nostalgia managed to permeate my skin as soon as I put it on. I couldn't help but recall that around the same time last year, I wore this shirt (and sandals) on my first day out in a thrillingly new country. Just looking at the pictures I took back then make me smile. They remind me of the smell of frangipanis, the tropical flower that grew almost everywhere in fragrant clusters. 


Here, there are no frangipanis. But there are ... whatever these flowers are. I'm no botanist, so if anyone can kindly point out what flowers they are (I know they're not lavender, unless my nose is broken and I couldn't easily tell), I'd appreciate the extra bit of knowledge. These might not hold the same sweet scent, but they still had the sweetness to attract many bees. 


Wait, crap. That's not a fair trade-off, is it? Shit.


Anyway: is it weird that I find myself occasionally missing a place that isn't home? Have you ever found yourself in the same or similar position? Most importantly, will the bees leave me alone?

Alleyways and pay phone calls

V-neck- Pitaya ::  Tee- H&M  ::  Shorts- from Pink!  ::  Shoes- Dolce Vita for Target  ::  Looking this baller- Your mum

As mentioned in the last post, a certain alleyway was home to the photo shoot du jour during our adventure in Indy. And unfortunately that's pretty much all the coherent words I can conjure up to describe this post and my head has run out of ideas faster than RPatz climbs trees (the only reason I refer to that walking pop culture tidbit on this blog is because I just saw Water for Elephants which wasn't the worst movie but OK this sentence is already a paragraph I'll stop right). 


I feel like this whenever I'm given the occasional duty to create a short headline for a story running in the paper. I'm slightly flustered and don't say the right/write thing. Instead of writing a proper/boring headline like "Columnist urges students to study abroad," I'm always tempted to write "STUDYING ABROAD IS FUCKING AWESOME." Because that'll totally grab your attention, right? 


My copy editor friends are sticklers about that and don't find it as humorous as I do. You know who you are, in the comment section. I see you. 

It's always summertime here in my mind

This past Monday, my friends and I celebrated a birthday (and the beginning of summer vacation in general) by gallivanting around Indy. 

Oh wait, did I say... summer vacation? Hell to the bleepin' yes I did. The weather seems to have gotten word of it, too. Literally as I type this, my legs are stuck together like Velcro, thanks to the humidity that seems to have blossomed overnight. But I'm digressing.

As I've so briefly started earlier, Monday was set aside for a whole day's worth of adventuretime with good friends. We laughed, we walked around in circles, we vintage shopped, we shopped in general, we ate copious amounts of food... and I fell in love. Yes, I can't stop thinking about the (to steal a term coined by my friend) deliciously quaint subdivision of the city we hung out in. The setting was perfect, really. There it was in all its artsy-fartsy-downtown-college-student-area glory, and I had no chance. Little eateries/cafés and shaded neighborhoods? Ugh, I'm so there.

Meet Hotaru Lola somethingoranotherIhavetofigureoutherfullandfinalname. Pink gave her to me and this little buddy traveled with me wherever I went. Think of her like the gnome from Amélie and/or Travelocity commercials, only much smaller and cuter. You'll be seeing much of her in this post.

I ended up buying one of these au natural soaps at the local health food store because its scent reminded me of Thailand. Nostalgia, thy name is me.

Everybody loves a winner

So nobody loved me.

Just kidding. But you know what I'm getting no love from? Finals. But it's almost over. But I have to begin studying, first. Yikes.

Shirt- Mossino  ::  Skirt- Modcloth  ::  Belt- Thailand  ::  Shoes- Target

Directing Traffic

Shirt- Mossino ::  Scarf- Urban Outfitters  ::  Shorts- Thailand  ::  Belt- secondhand  ::  Tights- We Love Colors  ::  Wedges- Bandolino via TJMaxx  ::  Coat- Gap  ::  Color blindness not included

WHAM. 
Hear that? That was... not the sound of the death of Osama bin Laden, unlike what amazingly happened with this man who inadvertently tweeted the historic incident. 


No, that sound was actually supposed to be the sound of color slapping you in the face. It's almost laughable how drastically different this outfit is in comparison to the one featured before it. Well, not that laughable, but at least it'll coerce a little chortle, no? You know, even though this is a relatively well-lit-happy-sunshine-look-at-me-guyz post like any other, I'd feel out of place not talking about it. I find it odd that while social media has revolutionized how we receive our breaking news, there are different compartments as to how they're distributed. 


Where were you when you first heard that Osama bin Laden was dead?