Me and My Gang

Instead of having an "About Me" page, I decided that a "Me and My Gang" page would be more appropriate for a variety of reasons but mainly because I am not me without my gang. Despite that our ages range from twenty-one to eighteen, we all sort of look like kids in the image, which I still like, because at times we all act like kids; we splash in puddles, we tell corny jokes... we just have fun.

First is Hoot. She has to be one of my best friends. I met Hoot the first day I came to college. I knocked on her door to ask for a pair of scissors which she kindly lent me (that's why she calls me Scissor Girl sometimes). We've been best friends since. I haven't mentioned her much yet on the blog, which surprises me. We have lots of fun spontaneous adventures. If I'm not with Llama, I'm with Hoot.

Hoot is also wearing her "True Maroon" shirt. You just can't read it because... well, it's hard to do that with blunt crayons. Not that the shirt is "true maroon" anyway. A mix of black and mahogany, actually.

I'm not certain, but you may recognize the dark locks of this member. If you guessed it was me, you win! You have won the satisfaction of recognizing how I draw myself for the blog. Congrats to you, faithful follower! There's not much to say about me, really, that I haven't already said.

I'm crazy. I have managed to make myself very unlike normal people (according to Llama). I like shiny things. I like to read, write, and draw, but I'm going to college to be a veterinarian. And I am not wearing glasses. That's just the pencil line from orienting where my eyes would go. I didn't really erase anything.

Llama's face did not come out quite right... I realized this after inking it, though. Oh well. This is the Llama you have read about so much on the blog. Why is he making that face, you may ask. I will tell you: Llama is making that face because Llama does not care for feet, unlike myself. Well... neither does Hoot, for that matter, but Llama more so. Besides, Hoot is distracted by a puppy.

When I showed this to Llama, he actually was telling my that I should have put socks on his feet. But I like feet and I like drawing them. Sorry, Llama, but I like your toes and your llama-feet.

 ThiefQueen (for lack of a better nickname) is my dearest darling sister. Her face didn't come out quite as I wanted either, but good enough. She's a whole state away from me and I miss her very much. We owe each other our weirdness and our little quirks. The two of us spent many a night on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals and beanie babies through which our childish stories of Umbrae and Lumina, the Red 'X' and the White Rider, and many other stories were told. Now these tales are being written down because we want to share our midnight adventures with others.

 Annabelle is my old darling dog who I love very much. She is very loyal to me and I miss her and wish I could be with her even now. She is a good twelve years old and we have had many grand adventures together, the rattlesnake escapade being the first that comes to mind. She stayed by my side despite the danger that was nearby while most the other dogs kept a distance.

I love you, Annabelle.

Yogi sort of forced his way into the picture somehow. He is actually my littlest brother's dog, but Yogi demands the attention of any who step foot in our yard. Being a rat terrier and Labrador mix, he is a cute little Lab Rat that looks almost just like a two foot chocolate lab puppy.