Fragments From My Sketchbook



Fragments From My Sketchbook


I know, I know. The 16-year-old me would probably be amazed that the ten years older herself is not only allowed to go to concerts, but even earns money only by participating such events and writing about them. (This would probably compensate her for the fact that – much to her disappointment – I am still alive at such an old age.)

But you know it's much less fun when you're there because you are obligated, surrounded by complete strangers and people that either irritate you or are irritated by you. And you know... eventually you hit the age when at 10 p.m. you don't wish to be at a loud and crowded concert but to be at home at your warm and comfy little bed... What you say dear reader, that said age people usually hit in their 70s? Sorry I can't hear you well...

All right, you got me. I'm a helpless antisocial. A real proper spinster. A “musically uncool” person – or something like that I just read that night in that book of Miranda Harts when I got laughed at... In my defence I was reading Salinger just a half hour before.


Things I'm Going To Do After My Finals


And by that, I've posted the last amfil drawing. That doesn't mean I don't have (a lot) more to do (starting with... yes, I know, I know...), but now that it's actually after my finals, it seems quite stupid to write it on the top of a picture...


Fragments From My Sketchbook


All day. This goes all day. Starving cats I can't even get to to help or something. (Well to be completely fair, sometimes we can listen to mating cats for a change.)


My entries 4 Sandra and Woo Fanart Contest 2013

Okay, I'm not starting from the beginning of time and everything, if you don't know what I'm talking about, go check out last year's one.

That gave me like a ton of new visitors (well, it's a popular webcomic with fans of excellent taste...), so it wasn't a question that I'd attend this year too. I decided to submit two kinds of drawings again: one that represents my work, and one that... well, make people think that I can actually draw. Here they are: (note that to fully enjoy the first one, you should know a bit about Larisa...)

(click on the pictures for bigger size)

UPDATE: I made it to the posted submissions with the “cool” one. And I'm quoting: “Eliza submitted one of the funniest drawings of the contest.” Shall I add anything? :D

Things I'm Going To Do After My Finals



Fragments From My Sketchbook


Yeah, well, me being optimistic. Not the most stable phenomenon, is it.

... and thus the way of the world is restored without anyone been harmed.


Things I'm Going To Do After My Finals


*AND I have a laptop as well, yes. Good point. But still, I was quite proud to fit everything in these. Bringing them home alone was another question...


Fragments From My Sketchbook


Life–me : 1–1

Anyway, I hope all of you remember well my good things in life series, and are not shocked by my love confessions to bags of chips. Because chips – or crisps if you prefer – is great. Chips is the best. I'd marry it if I could. Wouldn't we all? Or is it just me...


Fragments From My Sketchbook


It's a duck that has been stabbed than drown in water than blown into pieces than swept up and thrown down the Himalayas...
and that annoying little piece of junk is still alive!!!


Things I'm Going To Do After My Finals


Have I mentioned that finishing and printing my exam work didn't went quite smoothly? Well it has something to do with the fact that two days before I worked on a special edition of our newspaper from 8 am. to 9.30 pm…

But do not dwell in the past, let's just be happy about the outcome which was a great success at school and on the internet as well. Partly because there is no similar work (at least not to my knowledge) yet. It is a calendar (of 2014) presenting the type history of the era between the invention of the movable type and the first computers. It's written in Hungarian, but I'm planning to finish the english version until 2014.

Well go on, check it out! 


Fragments From My Sketchbook


Well don't laugh, you haven't seen what moving home from Budapest looks like. It is hilarious.