when i was like 8 i wrote this ridiculously earnest story about a football game between our home team and a rival team, using every bit of football lingo id overheard people talking about in our classroom. i even illustrated it with crayon drawings of these gigantic wonky football dudes like id seen on tv. i did it all so i could give it to this boy i sort of liked, and he liked the comic enough that he invited me to his birthday party. but then for reasons i still really dont understand, when i had been there a couple hours, i had a freakout, ripped up his favorite football cap up, and got kicked out of the party. the moral of the story is that i was stupid as hell when i was 8
when i was like 7 i got in lots of trouble for drawing comics about my cuddly toy terrapin in class because the work was easy and boring and i was doing this really big exciting one in colour (i hardly ever drew in colour because i kept leaving the lids off of pens so i never got any) and my teacher was so annoyed that i kept ignoring the lesson that she crumpled it up and threw it in the bin, and then i got really annoyed and shouted at her and she sent me up to sit in a class with the primary 7 students to write her an apology letter. when i finished it she tore it up and said i had to sit in time out during golden time so i wrote a song and made a puppet show for myself about her being run over and the moral of the story is that i was vindictive as hell when i was 7.
what is golden time is that a european thing
IM FREAKING OUT AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HHHH
AND THE CUSHIONS FIT WHAT KIND OF QUADRANTS THEY’RE IN TOO AAHHH
Sometimes I feel like tumblr users have never seen a deck of fucking cards before.