AU's and Rope. But Mainly AU's.

Sooo... That picture. Little!Simon is disappointed in the weeaboo which is his female alter ego. But she is. As far as I'm concerned, chick!Little!Simon is obsessed with androgynous 2D boys boning each other, and I think I want to draw her some more, if only because the concept cracks me up.

"I don't have that chair..." "STFU your furniture choice changes with your gender."

 

I'm also considering genderbending or inverting some of my other friends. The last time we attending Creative Writing club, Ali and I somehow went off on a yarn about an alternate universe where KFC doesn't exist and everybody is the opposite of what they are. This effectively turned Ali and I into exaggerated versions each other: She became emotionally volatile and promiscuous, and I became proper and sophisticated. I'm also probably one of those girls who wear Ugg boots and skinny jeans religiously. Our other friends exist here, too, but chances are a lot of us would despise each other but that seems to happen enough already. I'll talk about it later.

Drama Club was Wednesday, along with Links. In the former, someone left the rope near me during an improv game, which is a horrible idea, regardless of the fact that I don't improv. I'm horrible at it. Simply horrible Jesus Mary Joseph I am a stammering tomato. Nonetheless, I GOT TO PLAY WITH ROPE!! :D Along with a very reluctant Colby.

See? He gets this face every time I go near him with rope and/or a camera. He expects it by now.

During Links, my usual lover, Megan, was sick with something we now suspect to be gallbladder-related, so I had to ask Tasha out instead. In response, her boyfriend, Damian, pouted. Adorably. My assumption now is just that everybody in our little Links-clique-y thing has to be my lover at least once. Or at least all the girls. Jacob counts as a girl 'cause he won't tell us what he/she/IT is. Also discovered that Jacob's crotch doesn't tell time. And that is the most depressing thing ever. I'm gonna go cry now.

Andrea! <3

P.S.-- Simon friend requested me on Facebook a couple nights ago. I'm both confused and suspicious. Ali says not to read into it, but people just don't do that after they give you the silent treatment for three-or-so months. ... Or do they? I don't know. Maybe he just wants to tag himself in the bazillions of pictures that I take that he coincidentally ends up in.

Quickie.

This has been my drawing weekend, for the most part, because I've been working on the past two days of a picture of Little Simon as a girl. It's not entirely finished yet because he won't reply to me to tell my what his eye colour is, gah., but it's coming out fairly well, which is really exciting since I don't draw too often anymore. However, I am somewhat concerned by how a lot of my recent drawings have to do with crossdressers or genderbending. Gooooo Rule 63!

I also discovered over the course of the last week that people will pay more attention to you if you're trying to eat barbecued chicken during the middle of class. And then sometimes you have to give your other chicken leg to the funny ROTC boy who keeps staring at it. I don't know even know why; I'm not really even into ROTC boys usually... Ah well. Maybe Matt just deserves some chicken.