My Graph Contains No Real Quantitative Data

So I got my hair cut the other day, and since then I am slowly realizing that there is a pattern to my emotions (regarding my hair) in the days immediately following a haircut.

Day 0 (the day of the haircut): "WHOA! Guess what everybody, I got my hair cut! Isn't it awesome??!"

Day 1: "YAY!! My hair still looks pretty! That is SO AWESOME!!!!!"

Day 2: "This is so cool! Having hair that makes sense is so happy!!"

Day 3: "Yayy, my hair still looks nice. But I'm too lazy to do anything with it."

Day 4: "OHHHH NOOOOOOO!!! I haven't done anything nice with my hair in a LONG TIME! And now I forgot how!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Day 5: "Meh."

 

In case graphs confuse you, here is a table:

Well...at least my bangs make sense now.

Imma Take Yo' Unicorn Fo' Parts

I'm a big fan of tradition. For example, on Thanksgiving, I watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, eat loads of potatoes, avoid turkey at all costs, and then sit around and bother my older brother to come up with something interesting to do because I'm too lazy to think of an idea on my own.


So in order to follow with this tradition theme, we present you with another Thanksgiving staple: the Thanksgiving Unicorn.


Because nothing is more traditional on Thanksgiving than a fat unicorn covered in sparkles.

 

Alie and I aren't even southern. Half of the time, I sound like a Canadian.

I Always Have to Play Outside By Myself

On particularly cold days, I imagine myself in a warmer, happier place. It has two fluffy clouds, two different shades of green grass, and a sun so happy and fun-filled that it is twitching from sheer joy.

Actually...I don't really do that, but it was a pretty good intro for this doodle, don't you think?

I think she likes being called Mariney.

I'm Not Actually a Narcissist

The moral of this story is that Alie and I should not be allowed near a tablet when we're bored.

And I really didn't use that much chat speak.

Real Women Wear Moustaches

Sometimes I like to draw ugly doodles of myself with moustaches.

It never ends well.