dolari | you'd think they'd never seen a man with a plant before.

And the title is...

Picture removed cause I could do so much better.

I'm not particularly happy with this pic...but then again, I'm never happy with any of my stuff. So I'll post it anyways, and hope to high heaven I get better between HERE and THERE.

Two sequels to this story have presented themselves...those titles will be "Tilted Halo" and "Harp Within My Hand."

I've also started planning out the basic gist of the story. Originally it would have been pretty linear, starting with Young Andrea as she grows up. I've decided to spice it up a bit and have Andrea mostly writing bits and pieces of her life story. So we'll be able to backtrack to Middle Andrea, then Young Andrea and Grown Andrea....this way we can get to know everyone faster. It'll still be mostly linear, though, starting with Young Andrea, with more flashbacks, and out-of-sequencing stories coming later.

I've had a few people ask me why I was annoyed when I posted that first picture of the Andreas. thing was, my Dad sees me as a walking talking dictionary. He had basically called me into his office to tell him what the words "icon" "diva" and "digital" meant. He does this a lot, and it happened today. While I was drawing the picture above, he called me into his room for two more words, and to have a nice long talk about politics. I like talking with him, he has a lot ot say...but C'MON...I'm BUSY. My dad is a sweetie, but he has these certain....days.....

However, I finally nailed down what pisses me off about my mom. Today, Mom said she was gonna make some spaghetti, but she was too tired and would do it later. She did it in that kinda "Oh, I'm so overworked, pity me" kinda way. Normally I ignore it, but today, I decided to do something about it. I went downstairs and started to make some spaghetti and spaghetti sauce. I defrosted some ground meat for the sauce and began cooking it all. Halfway through, she comes downstairs, asks what I'm doing, and proceeds to completely take it over. I made my own sauce, which she dumped into the canned sauce we already had. She took over the ground meat cooking and wouldn't let me near it. So I decided to make some lemonade, for dinner. She saw what I was doing and after it was finished, she added two more lemons and more sugar. Didn't even taste it. She just...took over.

The she tells me "I don't really like Spaghetti to begin with..."

This pisses me off just as much as repacking my boxes, and cleaning up around me AS I do things. ::ARRGGHH:: I remember why I moved out now!

Oh, yeah, she pulled the overworked bit after she "finished" dinner. I didn't realize dinner was a relay race type sport.

My gods, that sounds like Teen Angst, doesn't it? I've been here a week...didn't know how long it would take for me to revert back to my teen days.

Secret to keeping young - move home for a week, once every five years. Makes a 27 year old feel like she's 17 again. :)

The rest of the day was spent drawing, and redrawing, the above poster. I haven't drawn anything straight from "memory" in forever. usually I pose with a digital camera and draw from that...but I can see that my style has seriously deteriorated in the decade since I've given up on comics. I'm hoping I can regain some of the style I had before...I'm way outta practice.

I was considering doing the daily strip in color, but after today, no thanks. :) It took longer to color the drawing than to draw it...so I'll stick with B&W. Maybe grey tones....maybe.

BTW, the Angeljuice thingy was made with the font "Xtraflexidisc" which you can find at www.larabiefonts.com.