I take extraneous amounts of straws, too

but not to search for secret doors on the outside of Market East Station.
I saw this homeless woman in January talking to herself, carrying a bagged plush Santa, trying to use Burger King straws to detect the secret way through the wall.It wasn't working.

FIrst image post.

I love drawing. I think I'd much rather have majored in fine art but that just isn't profitable and I wanted some discipline. But, being an illustration major doesn't mean I can't draw for the sake of drawing.
This was done in Al Gury's anatomy elective, AKA sit-and-draw-naked-people-for-5-hours class.

First post EVER.

Actually, no. I had a livejournal back when I was 14 to showcase all my inner teen angst.
Now I have a blogspot to showcase my angst in picture-form, because I've grown less articulate in my old age.

I drew nothing today worth sharing.

And... that's all for now. It's past my bedtime and I have to get up and run two miles at six tomorrow morning, do some strength training, compulsively chop a squash, change my clothes 3 times and get to class by 8:30.