Lunch time story time.

"Hey, did you go to Westlake?" She asked. "Yep!" I said, taking out the bottle of KHP. "Did you go to the movie club?" I thought. I didn't remember any movie club. Oh, the film organization. "Yeah, a couple of times." I said. She took her bottle of KHP and we went to our weighing stations. "I thought I remembered you from that." She said. I weighed my three samples and recorded the data in my lab notebook. "Do you remember me?" She asked. "Yep!" I said. I put the KHP back in the container and took my samples back to my lab table.

I am not good at meeting people.

I never really know what to say. How to carry on conversations. And then I get lost in my own thoughts. I'm just not a very sociable person, I guess. Oh well. Something to work on, I guess.

I started to network with the rest of the cartoonists on the staff. Talking to them and friending them on Facebook. Meeting up with them in real life. They're all making websites and groups to publicize their comic. A lot of them have blogs. I was thinking about doing that, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's probably a good idea to. I just feel out of place with all the other cartoonists. They all read so many comics and know so much about artists and writers and I just doodle in my free time.

I don't even collect comics.

Comments

Spen said…

yeah but your stuff is really your own

July 2, 2009 at 10:23 PM

Spen said…

dude a friend of mine is in town. If we jam in the next few days, he can join us and play piano/guitar/sing. lemme know your sched

July 2, 2009 at 10:25 PM

Cam said…

I am back too.

July 4, 2009 at 1:46 PM

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everything is fine

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