Internet; Please Help Me.

Here's the update that I told you all about, a splash of Vladmir, The Crimson Reaper:) enjoy!

A Tiny Bit of Necessary Sappiness

Hi guys. I just wanted to take this time to do what I meant to do on Thanksgiving.
            I am a Graphic Designer. I like to draw stuff for you guys, and I like to tell you stories. I like to live off of caffeine and heavy techno beats. I like creating things. But most importantly, I like creating things for you guys, the people on the internet. I'm not trying to take this moment and be sappy, but I'd be nothing without you guys, and its always a pleasure to make stuff for you guys. That's why I'm going to post another rendition of another League of Legends champion later today.

You all rock!
-- The Armored Tortuga

Sorry that it took me so long to update, guys. I've been busy, but I took careful time to draw you Fiddlesticks, The Harbinger of Doom, from League of Legends. Working on another one:)

"You bother me... BOY."

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

She Can't Frown?

The Return of Coffee

My Daily Depression

I have 4 blocks to my day. These four consist of being surrounded by different individuals and different types of people at different times, and the first two of them are unbearable.

Sr. Math is supposed to be a class that is an S.A.T. prep class. We look at S.A.T. questions and figure out how to do better on the exam.

The teacher tries his best to teach, and does well. I try my best to listen, and I fail. It’s not that I’m a bad listener, that’s not it at all. What it is is the people that share that class with me. There is a specific group of them that do all that they can to make teaching our class impossible. And after all these years of doing that, they’ve gotten pretty good at it. They ask questions like “Can you explain that?” on simple questions so that we can never get to the advanced material that the rest of us need to learn. My reaction to walking into that class:

My other class is full of morons. Not everyone in that class is an idiot, in fact, I would enjoy having class with a lot of them. It’s just that the stupid one’s voices are the only ones that I ever hear.

My other two classes are where I can make my webcomics and enjoy myself: Study Hall and Computer Graphics III. These classes are the reason that I still get up in the morning (*still without coffee) and go to school. “THE GULAG”.

Coffee - With and Without

So, I tend to drink coffee, and I tend to drink roughly half a pot a day. I had a large travel coffee mug that could , in fact, hold half a pot of the magical black drink. But that mug soon broke, like all things that I ever have. I found myself in need of a new coffee mug, and had a somewhat smaller, but still medium-sized travel mug. But that, like all of my possessions that don't get broken, was soon lost. So I was without coffee. And I still am. To help you picture how coffee effects me, I made you a comic!

This is me when I am lucky enough to get coffee, or another form of caffeine:

However, there are several different ways that my body will react to not having caffeine.

The Drone: One of the things that happens to me when I don't receive caffeine is what I have come to call "the drone". When I'm droning, I don't really have any idea what's going on in my conscious mind. For example, I'll know that I have to go from class A to class B, and I'll do it, but when I get there, I don't even remember which way I went to get there. Essentially, I have no idea what is going on.

The Snap: When "the snap" comes around, I feel terrible. The snap is unexpected, and I never really know when it's going to happen. All I know, is one second I am sitting perfectly contently:

And at some point during the next moment, something will happen that results in an undying rage that bursts forth from my soul, engulfing all who bear witness in its burning rage. 

But generally how my body reacts to not having caffeine is that I'm exhausted. Not as in sweating and tired, but I am physically drained and don't possess the energy to operate correctly or think straight.

The drone can almost be enjoyable, as the day goes by without any noticeable flaws. The snap only lasts a coupe of seconds. Being completely empty of any form on energy, however, is possibly the most miserable thing ever. I can't focus, like the drone, but when I'm exhausted, I know that I'm supposed to be focused. I just also know that I can't muster the energy to be productive at all. 

At this point, I'm just hoping and praying for a new travel mug that I can take to school.