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Me: *Has a portfolio containing original concepts and characters, variations of not only style, but a showcase of my abilities in realism, simplistic,along side sketches, etc. I ask for feedback and criticism, ready to try new things*
Person: YOU DIDN’T DESERVE TO WIN/BE IN THAT COMPETITION/SCHOLARSHIP/JOB!!!!! I DO SO MUCH BETTER!
Also them: Has a portfolio of Naruto redraws and Pintrest drawings.Get pissed when you offer criticism or ask them to step out of their comfort zone.*
Me: Anime isn’t a very good reference for learning to shade. It’s basic and a lot of the times incorrect.
A weeaboo: ACTSHUALLYYYYYYYY-
Me: Anime is an alright starting point for anatomy, but it’s not an in depth guide on truly grasping anatomy, nor does it allow for an understanding of anatomy that may help with portfolios.
A weeaboo: ACTSHUALLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-
Me: Anime is very animated, obviously, however, using it to study movement isn’t a great idea. Go out to the dance hall, watch runners, go around the local Gym or park. Learning from life really helps you learn the true limitations and movements of people, whereas Anime and cartoons can greatly exaggerate it and be inaccurate.
A weeaboo: WELL ACTSHUALLLLY-
Me:
College Weeb Chronicles Update 1
Alright, I have a story that will probably help with context through the blog. Firstly, my story ‘College weeb’ (Reblogged from my main account) explains a lot of it. Here’s a link if you haven’t read it: https://the-art-of-psyching-you-out.tumblr.com/post/164076238058/college-weeb
Anyway, To add onto that story, I’m back on campus, and so is she. I had been speaking to our former President of the art club (now me) to ask about things coming up and to confirm I was leading this year. I get the go ahead and pointed in the right direction, so I get on our group chat for the art group. I let everyone know I’ll be leading and set up a poll to see what day would be best for everyone to meet. I also ask how everyone is, what they’ve been up to, all that jazz. Now, when I had first messaged the previous president, I let him know what weeb had said, not only about me, but everyone else as well. I explained that I didn’t care what she said about me, it just annoyed me how she talked about everyone. I told him that frankly, I didn’t find it to be very professional for this group (A group that literally teaches you how to be a professional artist and how to sell your work) and it gave off bad vibes for the group members. The last thing we need is to have one person who puts others down, since we’re such a small group. It’ll run people off or make them want to quit, so it’s not something I wanted in the club. He understood and took it very well, but like I said, it’s a small group. We came to an agreement that if they didn’t show up to the first meeting, they’re out.
I already knew she had been telling my friend, gonna call her C, (This is the friend she bitched to about me, apparently not thinking/knowing that me and C are friends), how she felt so ‘unwelcomed’ and how she ‘wasn’t sure if I was still mad.’
Now lemme clarify. I did go on the group chat, after discussing with former pres. the things she did, and left a message (No names said or nothing directed at her) and said,
“If anyone has a problem or needs anything, message me or ask for help, always help each other out! Supporting each other is the best. Don’t tear people down, Obama out.”
The whole time I’m talking to the chat, not once does weeb try and talk. Doesn’t vote in the poll, anything. I’l admit, I am not mad, exactly, because I’m not letting that shit get to me at this point. (If you’ve read my other weeb stories I have on my main blog, you’ll know I’ve dealt with this kind of shit since high school.) But I’m also not gonna forgive because hell no. I’m not going to act like I’m fine with people shitting all over me when I ain’t done anything. I let that go on for long enough, with me apologizing and feeling like I’m the problem. Ain’t gonna do it.
With that, I’d like to also say that although I am not forgiving them, I am totally able to be a civilized human. If she comes to the meetings, that’s fine. However, I am very keen on giving K back her position as Vice President. She was better suited for the job and was very professional. If me and weeb had fallen out over anything else, but weeb was a professional person, I’d let her keep the position. But she wasn’t, and obviously, I don’t want someone like that as second in command.
Now, C is also back on campus and we were happy to see each other again. So, obviously I go over to talk to her and hang out for a while. She tells me that weeb was messaging her the whole time (instead of me, or the chat) saying that weeb wasn’t even sure if she wanted to be in the group any more, that she wasn’t sure if she was going to come, that she was thinking of quitting. She’s trying to gain pity cause she’s upset I caught her and called her out.
Here’s a layout of my plans:
If she doesn’t show up first meeting, she’s out of the group and group chat. Bye.
If she shows up, like I said, there is no way I’m letting her be Vice President. She just isn’t mature enough to handle that. I’ll let her deal with the media aspect of things. I’m going to be telling everyone my dorm and dorm room, my phone number, email, sending a picture of my schedule, Facebook, all that, so they can get a hold of me if they need to talk to me privately or I need to talk to them privately, HINT HINT.
If weeb doesn’t add me back on Facebook or send me her number where I can message her privately, I’ll have no other choice than to use the group chat and tell her she isn’t vice president and why. Including how she shit talked about everyone.
First meeting is next Wednesday. Oh boi.
Me: sitting at desk, math book in lap, computer open to our quiz software*
He-Man: comes into the back area, stares at me*
Obviously I ignore this, I’m working on stuff, NOT TYPING, just looking over answers.
He-Man:...are u typing a paper?
Bruuhhhhh
Me:No, homework.
He-Man: Oh, yeah, I have homework too. I have to read 100 pages for his-
My inner thoughts: BITCH THAT MEANS GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.
“Wow, you’re like a modern day DaVinci!!”
More like DaBitchy but yeah. Thanks.
Y’all, listen to this bull. Okay, so, our dorm is a 4 person dorm. It’s in a ‘H’ shape. Now, we are in our second year, but last year, we also had a 4 person dorm, with the same 2 people. Me and Admin Vygotsky are the 2 who are currently living in the back area of our dorm, while our other 2 roomates (We’re gonna call them He-Man and Turkey for reasons) So, Me, Vygotsky, and Turkey all went to school together. He-Man was a random, but they’re pretty alright compared to Turkey. He-Man is kinda awkward and not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but they offer to help buy stuff, including food if we need help. Basically: Good roommate. Respects boundaries and all that too if you just tell them.
Turkey on the other hand, nah. So, let’s talk about freshman year. We all moved in, everything was going all right. Originally, we thought about bunking all 4 beds in the back to make a living room. I was first one there, and realized the space was bigger than we had thought, and messaged them letting them know they may not need to bunk. Turkey was REALLY set on bunking, so her and Vygotsky Tried it while I kept my bed unbunked, and He-Man kept theirs up front. Well, long story short, after the first night, Vygotsky’s allergies were really bad and the air conditioning didn’t really reach that high (They had top bunk). She told Turkey she wanted to unbunk the beds, and let Turkey go up front. Vygotsky had been the 2nd one to come in, then Turkey and He-man, so it mad sense that Vygotsky got to stay in the back. Also, Turkey’s bed had come from the front sense Vygotsky picked the back room when they got there. Well, Turkey unbunked, but for whatever reason decided to keep their bed in the back. So, we had 3 beds smashed up in the back like a hut.
It stayed like that all year. Long story short, me and Vygotsky wanted to die.
On top of this, they hardly ever helped buy basic supplies like toilet paper, paper towels, dish soap, things like that. This included pads. Like, she wanted me and Vygotsky to buy them, not her, but she wanted to just use them as pleased and not offer to buy the next box. When she DID buy something, it was the cheapest thing she could find. Ex: Over Christmas break, multiple times, all of us spoke and messaged each other confirming that we would be picking up a 24-36 roll of toilet paper. The day before we come back, I check to make sure she bought some and what does she say, “No one told me!!” and shows up with like, a 12 pack of the saddest toilet paper I’ve seen. She also forgot to buy silverware, and instead of buying it for literally less than 2 dollars, she decided it was totally fine to just use mine and Vygotsky’s. Nah.
She would also put left overs in the fridge for WEEKS and not eat them. We’d tell her to toss them and she’d be like, “Oh, no, I’m gonna eat that.” Literally saving half an inch of a drink. Also made Vygotsky drive them home every weekend and never gave them gas money. You get the picture.
Well, this year, like I said, same roommates. The reason we didn’t switch her off is because it’s a small campus, and it’s super awkward to tell someone who is technically your friend from school to leave. Plus her mom would complain nonstop. Here’s where it get’s interesting okay.
So, me and Vygotsky KNOW she is very much wanting to have all 3 of us in the back again. Vygotsky had told/hinted that no, it’s gonna be me and VanGogh in the back. She would argue about it the whole time. Our solution was to go and pay 100 bucks to move in on the 6th instead of the 11th. We didn’t tell them at all. This ensured that me and Vygotsky could set up our space in the back and she wouldn’t attempt to shove her belongings back there. (Trust me when I say, she would.)
So, the other 2 roommates moved in today. Me and Vygotsky just tell them that we got here SUPER early (like, 8am, since it was almost 1pm at this point) which was believable since Vygotsky had to go back to our hometown to go to work anyway around 2 (2 hour drive). When we moved in, we immediately put up a curtain to block off our back area. (we both love our privacy and are more introverts than anything, which is probably why we go well together). Vygotsky had 2 mini fridges. We put one back with us, and the other one up in the front for when they got there. Skipping past all the drama of them moving in and Turkey being triggered as fuck because He-man shifted their bed to make more room without asking while they were gone, me and Vygotsky were pretty content since they hadn’t tried to force themselves and their stuff on our side.
Well, I left to go talk to finical aid about an award while Vygotsky left to go to work, and wouldn’t be back until the day before classes. Now, I’m a passive agressive little shit and I’m VERY particular about my spaces. If there are 4 people, 2 halves to a dorm, than obviously, 2 person a side. If something is on someones side of the dorm, OBVIOUSLY IT’S THEIRS. When I got back from Finical aid, I went to our fridge to grab a drink and HEY WHAT DO YOU KNOW, Turkeys’ LEFT OVER FOOD (already) is in there. Excuse-fucking-me? You have a fridge on your side, I think not.
So, Turkey comes back and is talking to me and I just kinda go, “Yo, can you do me a favor?”
Yeah sure, what?
“Can you put your food in the other fridge? The one we gave you and He-man? This one is me and Vygotsky’s.” But the tone was more, “Get the fuck outta here”
She started to try and say the other one wasn’t cold, which is bullshit. I had cranked it up to like, 5/7 on there. I went over, opened it, and yo, there is ice on the freezer. I’m like, “Nah it’s fine it’s working lol there you go.” She kept saying she was afraid it was gonna stop working, that it wasn’t cold enough to keep her food from spoiling and how it was her food for the next 2 days. Okay, fun fact here: Our meal cards are activated. She don’t need the left overs to survive off of. She can literally go eat out on campus. Once she sees I don’t give a fuck, she starts complaining that me and Vygotsky have too many drinks in the other one. (Snapple, yoo-hoo’s and our creamer, wowie) So, I also had noticed she hadn’t went out and bought a little 97cent toothbrush holder. She didn’t last year either and had kept using Vygotsky’s. Me and Vygotsky are honestly not HAVING ANY OF IT this year. She’s got her sink with He-Man, me and Vygotsky got our sink. So, I came upstairs from the lobby.
She’s asleep. Vygotsky is messaging me, telling me, NAH, MOVE HER SHIT, NO. So, being the great roommate I am, I have these plastic cups that I bought with my dishes. I’ve never used these cups. I took her toothpaste and toothbrush and put it in there and moved it to her side. I then went ahead and added post it notes to me and Vygotsky’s side reading, “Vygotsky’s awesome side” and “VanGogh’s awesome side.”
I’ll tell you how that goes in the morning.
Actual Conversation with my roommate
He-man: This stupid website the teacher gave us to do our work doesn’t work on my computer but it works on my phone!!! (They have an apple computer BTW)
Me: Maybe it doesn’t run on Mac’s? I dunno. PC’s and Mac’s can sometimes make things run differently, depending on which one it is, I think.
He-Man:.......so like......I should open it in Chrome?
Me;.....Sure buddy, do that.
When someone tries to be funny in the ‘charmingly obnoxious’ way but literally everyone wants them to fuck off cause they just come off as assholes.
