Alicia and Kasernage drafts.

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My manga charries 😀

Imperfect Writer: My Journey to Finding Myself

These are simple drafts that I have created of my two main characters. I know there is nothing much to them now. But these are the final common looks for Alicia and Kasernage (though he is actually an alien). I think his picture better suits their personalities and relationship. Bringing these characters more to life.

Lovers...? Or just mere co-workers? Alicia and Kasernage draft picture. The two main characters to my upcoming comic.

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Alicia and Kasernage drafts.

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These are simple drafts that I have created of my two main characters. I know there is nothing much to them now. But these are the final common looks for Alicia and Kasernage (though he is actually an alien). I think his picture better suits their personalities and relationship. Bringing these characters more to life.

Lovers...? Or just mere co-workers?

Alicia and Kasernage draft picture. The two main characters to my upcoming comic.

Open Mic Tuesdays Make Me Sad

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Random Post.

Imperfect Writer: My Journey to Finding Myself

So my club STS (which I first thought was some kind of sexually transmitted disease but is actually an acronym for Speaking Through Silence) put on a Open Mic tonight. Now I skipped one of my classes before this open mic. Because I was running super late and didn’t want to embarrass myself with walking in late and decided to stay out in order to keep myself from a shameful lecture.

But with being out of class I felt ashamed for skipping and decided that maybe by going to this open mic. My spirits would be uplifted and encouraged for another day. To which I sadly discovered they was not. I ended up feeling worse than I did before.

Leaving angered and practically tense about the whole situation, after I had helped them put the room back together. I quickly left seeing as people began to become cliche towards the…

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Open Mic Tuesdays Make Me Sad

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So my club STS (which I first thought was some kind of sexually transmitted disease but is actually an acronym for Speaking Through Silence) put on a Open Mic tonight. Now I skipped one of my classes before this open mic. Because I was running super late and didn’t want to embarrass myself with walking in late and decided to stay out in order to keep myself from a shameful lecture.

But with being out of class I felt ashamed for skipping and decided that maybe by going to this open mic. My spirits would be uplifted and encouraged for another day. To which I sadly discovered they was not. I ended up feeling worse than I did before.

Leaving angered and practically tense about the whole situation, after I had helped them put the room back together. I quickly left seeing as people began to become cliche towards the end of the night and decided it was best to leave and rest back in my dorm.

Angered I wondered why I was sadden tonight. Was it because I didn’t perform… no. Was it because the performances sucked…. no. It was simply the idea that people could group together and be so happy amongst themselves without you. I began to realize that this feeling I was experiencing are the same feelings I feel for couples who openly show their love to each other in rather blatant and annoying ways.

Tonight only reminded me that I have no real friends in STS either than those who had already graduated or was away on internships. I found myself lost in a world that didn’t have any need or even any idea that I existed and therefore causing a displacement in my beliefs.

Therefore I have drawn the conclusion that the next time I go to a open mic. Invite a friend that can cheer you on or at least someone that can just sit beside you for heat during the cold winters.

Stones

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Some questions need to be answered.

Imperfect Writer: My Journey to Finding Myself

Have you ever felt like you don’t know where your going? Like you know what you wanted but you didn’t know how to start? Have you ever wanted to run in your dreams but discovered that you couldn’t get to far? Well recently that is how I feel.

I moved out of my parent’s house and started living on campus. I have played nice girl, party girl and lonely girl and realized that I wanted to be all three. I have touched on comic making, writing and acting and realized that they all represent a part of me. I have been pushed in the direction of teaching and yet was told that my writing can take me elsewhere. I no longer know who I am, or maybe what I have found is that what I am is simply a blob of emotions, information and thoughts covering a vast spectrum of…

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