Peepo Choo vol 2
I think that a lot of tumblr would benefit from reading peepo choo idk
This is important.
PFFFT AHAHAHA! Finally, someone tells it like it is.
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So excited!
Life is going to get purty cool from now on
Don’t forget How to Train Your Dragon 2 on June 20 2014!
• Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it.
• Bananas release dopamine, eat them when you’re sad.
• CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL
• Don’t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel.
• Don’t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there.
• Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, you’ll get drunk without getting a hangover.
• Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it
• Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick.
• If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it.
• If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kill the bacteria.
• Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel.
• Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas.
• Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https://
• Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, print it to a pdf file, it’s much cleaner and professional looking.
• Pick a flavor of gum you don’t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test.
• Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft.
• Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster.
• Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out.
• Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, you’ll genuinely start to feel happier.
• Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you won’t cry, alternatively chew gum and you won’t either.
• Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom to steam it flat.
• The night before, place things you don’t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes.
• Use hydrogen peroxide to remove blood stains from clothing.
• When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks.
• When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread for going spongy.
• When you move into a new place you’re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didn’t do it.
• When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.
I’ve been reading through this blog for a few days and noticed that the bulk of the submissions are about horror stories and bad experiences and the like. So how about a bit of some good experiences from my days as the weeaboo that I undoubtedly was.
Before I begin, I’d like to say that I’m aware that many weeaboos can be awfully behaved nitwits, but unless they’re being completely out of line/deviant like in some of the horror stories, I try not to judge them too much since I, for one, was a lot happier as a dopey little weaboo absorbed in my sparkly world of kawaii animu and bishies and I actually look back on those times fondly. I’ll explain why.
I made a friend in 6th grade who I will call Ruki. Ruki was the most popular girl in our class. I was a very friendly girl so lots of kids naturally gravitated towards me as well, but I have a rather shy disposition. I had known Ruki for awhile through our large circle of friends but never thought she’d be the kind of girl I’d want to hang out with since she was so exuberant and I wasn’t. I was wrong. We became inseparable in a short amount of time; I guess opposites attracting really is a thing.
I’ve had a confession on my mind so I’d like to share it. This particular piece used to haunt me. Not because I disliked it or anything like that, but for the memories that were associated with it. (go to the bottom if this is TL;DR for you)
Way back when, when I was putting the finishing touches on this piece on the bus ride home from school, the school bus monitor noticed me working on it and wanted to know if she could see. Being that she was one of my friends mom, and I was fairly comfortable with her, I decided why not couldn’t hurt. She said a few nice things about and then said I drew the “girl” very pretty, and I corrected her saying it was a boy, a character from a manga (Kanda from D.Gray Man, in case you didn’t realize/know). The monitor then started a friendly argument with me that I in fact drew a girl and not a boy, despite me trying to explain that the character did look a bit girly and all that jazz.
Rather than take my word for it, she proceeded to parade my sketchbook up and down the bus aisle, showing the image to everyone on the bus. I was already beyond mortified that she had done this, but to put the icing on the cake she then proceeded to poll the other kids on the bus if this was a boy or girl; The result was “its girl”. She handed me my sketchbook back and decided to reiterative that it “looked like a girl” and therefore might as well be a girl.
I was embarrassed, I was upset/mad, and sad all at once, not just because of what the bus monitor did, but because I didn’t want my peers to judge or question me for drawing girly guys, and once I got home I chucked the sketchbook this was in deep in my closet so no one would have to see it again.
The incident didn’t stop me from drawing girly guys, but it did cause me to become extremely paranoid about people watching me and looking through my sketchbooks. I stopped drawing in public with my friends, and even during my art classes I was on edge trying to shield my work from the surrounding desk of students. I even stopped allowing my friends to look through my sketchbook for a short while because of it. Drawing at home was no different, becoming paranoid at every little noise assuming that it’d be my mom, who might want to see what I was drawing; I’d often toss my sketchbook under the computer desk to hide that I had even been drawing if I thought it was her.
It took me a long while to get comfortable with drawing in public again, or to allow others to see my works, friends and strangers alike.
It was something I had to get over in college being an art major with the professors looking over your shoulder every now and then. I used to freeze completely if could feel the teacher peering behind me, even when we were just doing really boring still life drawings.
I’ve pretty much gotten over my fear of sharing my art with others. But I still freeze up every now and then when others are watching me draw publicly takes me a several minutes to learn to ignore their presence and just draw.
TL;DR Version: I got embarrassed publicly as teenager with this image and became super paranoid about who sees my art and who I drew around. But eventually sorta kinda, 80%-ish am over it depending on the circumstances.
Still not sure why I wanted to share this confession-esque thing, but it has been running on my mind these past few days.
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The artwork used oooooold art of mine, circa 2005.
submitted by -vhplant
