Qanda

If Mr. Lord had only let us use our laptops in class today, I would have done something relatively sane like go on Myspace, and this never would have materialized. However, we weren't allowed to use our laptops and I was bored (and sugar-rushing) out of my skull.

SOOO naturally, I doodled young Quentin Tarantino and young Annbjørg Lien, aka two people who have nothing to do with one another. I decided maybe I should give Quentin eyebrows (I never draw people with eyebrows) but the result was so terrifying that I had to erase them. He looked like he was about to leap from the page and attack in a terribly creepy way, maybe by biting someone's tongue off or something. Note the foot drawn on his shirt. Ha, I slay me. Oh and I don't know why he has a crown. Annbjørg features a shapeless jumper and blobby fiddle, as well as a bow that looks like...I don't know what. Neither of these drawings resembles real people. Move over, Vermeer, here I come.