Doodle Dee Doo

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Just thought I’d post these since dA is severely against doodling unless it’s put under “scrap” Uhg, sometimes Deviantart…you disgust me.

These were mostly done in class, while, mind you, I was supposed to be listening mindlessly to my teacher.

This is just my mind on the drug called biology.

I could make this into a crazy bookmark, I could.

I just liked this little excert about Miller in 1953 having something to do with molecules.

This dude has my vote for dictator of France.

So Sabitha LaQueetah Tabitha Ellen Jacobson finally defeated the olive-oil stealin’, bitch faced, slut of a dinosaur who has been stealin’ the afro spray of all of the girls of ATL and Cuba.

His face is pie. The good kind.

This is basically what happens in my  Bio 1107k B class. No really.

We learned about Crazy horse and Sitting Bull one day in Hist and I heard that C horse just gave up. AND HE’S NOT EVEN THE ONE SITTING DOWN! D8

And this one I did in english. And I’m particullarly proud of it SIRS.

Well, that’s it for now. Keep coming back for more if ya wanna. I draw constantly.

Haley OUT

Tyra Banks…

Warning: This blog contains rants and opinions, so if you are against either, then do not read. And definitely don’t bash me for it. If YOU like Tyra, that’s fine. I don’t. Meaning, I’ll probably just block you if you bash ME for hating her.

Makes me soooooooooooooo mad. This woman has so many issues. She “supposedly” has a “talk” show where people come on to share their opinions, right? You know, it’s okay to go on her show and spill your guts because you won’t judged, right? RIGHT?!

Wrong.

Dead wrong.

I used to think she was okay, you know, with her top model show being interesting and all. I loved watching that show, because the pictures looked so awesome and it made me pose in the mirror, even though my photobility is nilche.

I always sensed a slight ego in her, but it never really bothered me. She was just a host of a model show.

Then I get to college and my roomie introduces me to the Tyra Show. I was fine with it at first. They had fabulolus discussions about dramatic teens and jealousy and blah blah blah BLAH. It was just like any of those other talk shows, with a more shallow twist. I started to notice that it was all about her really early into watching it, but as I said, it didn’t bother me so much.

Then…oh, then…she aired a show about obese women, and their husbands, who actually kinda liked being fat. Hey, I’m overweight, I don’t love it, but if they want to be fat, even with the consequences, then let them be fat.

While I was watching, I could see that Tyra didn’t agree with their decisions and kept making faces as she talked to them and asked her silly little questions about their life decisions.

And it never failed…she always interrupted the biggest girl on the show, because she was the one who was proudest of being obese.

After a quick commercial break, she asked the pivotal question: “Do you know you could die from this choice?” or something bitchy like that, and the big lady said: “Yeah, I know that, and I mean, everyone has to go sometime. So if I go by cancer then it’s—-”

Tyra goes APE SHIT out her ass about how people who watch and attend her show don’t need to here that and all this BULL SHIT about how she should be ashamed and, just, uhg, RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, TYRASAURUS!!!!

She didn’t even let that woman defend her statement and shushed her like a BITCH when the woman tried to talk! ARGGGG! I wanted to push her into a manhole full of rabid crocodiles and hippos! I swear, now, just the looking at the woman makes me angry. She is so fake and self-righteous! I mean GOD! She’s a fucking model, who has NO RIGHT to shove her beliefs in ANYONE’S face. No one does. Especially NOT ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!

God…rant out. I mean, Haley out.

Insomnia Reversed

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Thinking that my body is just so subconsciously shutting me down. Not just because I’m fat…, no.

It’s because it is so bored with my current residence that it’s gone into protest mode. I’m sleepy all the fuckin’ time. Tis sad really.

Anywho, here’s another picture for you guys.

I’m a fan of so many things all the time, that I thought I’d start a comic about it.

Unfortunately, Im so lazy that I got distracted by like, everything else.

Maybe I’ll get back to it.

Haley OUT

Welcome! Welcome! To the Museum of Natural History!

Well HIYA!

I am someone.

No, not just any someone.

A special someone.

Someone who comes in shapes and sizes of  another color.

A color that is not seen by just any eye.

But the eye of someone who has only one eye open.

Meaning that, logically, one eye has an eyelid covering up his iris completely.

So that eyelid is hindering that person’s ability to see.

…how rude of that eyelid.

I mean couldn’t it have at least ASKED the eye if it wanted to be covered?

Really, THE NERVE  of some people (eyelids) to think they can just waltz RIGHT up to that iris and block his pupils and reflective cavities and such that enable that PARTICULAR eye to see!

Oh. Ahem. Excuse me.

My name’s Haley and I draw alot.

lol.

Welcome to my blog. C:

Change is so Consistent.

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Really it is. I’ve been doing horribly with biology and hating my nasty teacher so much that I’ve made a drastic decision. I’m going back into the field of art. How many times I have told myself that was, key word, WAS, a wrong turn to make. But all in all, I think it’ll save me some wasted time. I have a niche with animals, and I love that niche but when it comes to their cells and reproduction and all the in-depth scientific areas, I’m a FAILURE. A big fat stinky messy fail.

I still plan on going into the conservation of wildlife when I’m older and I plan on traveling and what not, but when it comes to job description…I’m hoping for a character design position.

I just hope my mind doesn’t change again. Oh…but it will.

Now here is the start of my real blog.

I’m here to post my art and get critique, but not hard critique, and other stuff, like, oh hell, I dunno. JUST MEET OTHER ARTISTS AND PEOPLE. I guess.

Now here’s a pretty picture!

This picture was created (by me) when I was going through a raving obsession with Joker and Harley.

I even wrote a half-assed story about them two psychos, but, alas. I fell out of that obsession just as fast as I fell into it.

That always happens to me.

But even though I’m not obsessed anymore, I still love the couple. I’ve been a long standing fan of the Joker but a more recent fan of Harley. She grew on me, what can I say.

Please do not redistribute, use, or share without my explicit permission.

Thanks.

Haley OUT