Blue-Stargazer

If you haven't noticed already, I've submitted another five pages this evening. :faint: I had them planned out back in August, I just never got around to finishing them (still haven't, really) what with trying to survive my last semester of college... It was hard enough without having to work for hours on toning! And it would have taken hours, too... But at least I can share the story with you, even if it isn't all flashy like the other pages. I might just print them out and attack them with copics instead...... :plotting: So anyway, I think there's a few things still that need to be cleared up in case you didn't understand them in the comic

I seem to have misplaced my entire comic!!! :nirvana: :stupidme: I have no idea where I put it. I searched my room (and in the process unearthed my floor), the upstairs (and all its stacks of paper)... :worry: maybe it's in my brother's room...? Because that makes sense! :shakefish: So I should definately check there. in the mean time, I was going to work on it but now find that the next page (which I had begun work on) is nowhere to be found. It wouldn't matter so much, except I'd like to have it as it's already halfway done!!! :shakefist: *panthuffwheeze*  Someone's out to get me :paranoid: I'll bet they hid all my work just to see me freak

job, job, n.  [A form of Prov.E. gob, a lump, a portion; akin gobbet.] A piece of work undertaken; employment; position; a public transition made for private profit; a task; something that has to be done with great labor; a robbery. Okay, so I know everyone's been absolutely on edge waiting for me to describe my job... (shifty eyes) Or not. But I'm telling you anyway. I work at the local lake now, five days a week, eight hours a day from noon-thirty till nine at night as part of the maintenance crew. Fun times that. Here, let me detail my adventures for you: Day One: I find a perfectly good barbeque that someone threw away because a spider