I have been studying like a gangster…

To try to make an excuse for my recent lack of beautiful and delicious vocabulary words as of late, I’m going to be honest I have been trying to memorize vocabulary words for my Architectural exams…

Also an apology for me forgetting like every word yesterday to Angel and Christine who were kind, as well as “naturally disappointed”

This is quickly devastating my thoughts and transforming me into a creature who can only talk about ferrous metals and the coefficient of thermal expansion.

But I digress, lets get on to a doodle… oh dear heavenly farfisa its gotten to the doodles:

I am architecturally scarred.
♫Lauren

In its Natural Habitat

There are many dangerous creatures online.

From the Encyclopedia of Internet Dangers I give to you:


He lures you on to social networks to… well, bite your face off. When you are all alone online and all up on the stalking of your web buddies, he strikes with vengeance leaving nothing behind besides your keyboard mouse (they give him heartburn.) Then he surfs back online to find his next victim.

Next time you hear a crunch when you are typing it could be the social piranha claiming his next victim.
♫Lauren

I have pressing thoughts…

I’m feeling hyper accomplished because this week I have received like 20 spam comments. That means the internet robots have been loving my site. I mean what is better than that?

I’m really hoping those robots are Conky from Pee Wee’s Playhouse and Johnny 5 of Short Circuit fame… because they are my favorite robots.

Well I digress, this is a doodle that explains what can happen to a Lauren when she is more concerned with her abstract brain thoughts… like her favorite robots. Enjoy:

And seriously, go Conky!

♫Lauren

Dream Big Isabel!

So many year ago… when Isabel and I were but children (Okay, teenagers without cars) we used to sit in front of school and talk about music, how to avoid creepy teachers, and our dream cars.

One of the best ideas was to take Isabel’s first car the Mercedes Station Wagon and to transform it into a beautiful monster truck/convertible. Not only would she get the wind whipping through her hair, but she would be at a much higher altitude. This would of course alleviate her from all the possibilities of getting hit in the face with a sticky plastic bag.

Although neither of us have the money to do it yet, I beg Isabel to keep dreaming that this can be her reality someday!

Keep the dream alive!
♫Lauren

P.S. I forgot to put the ‘R’ in Danger… you should do that for yourself! :)

Stop! Hammer Time.

If this doodle doesn’t scream I grew up in the 1990s also I am weird, I don’t know what will:

Also here is a picture of my sister with MC Hammer (one of my dearest possessions)… he looks a lot less doodle-y here.

Yep, we’re all weird in my family.

♫Lauren