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Pixie Stix Disaster 2011

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Last week my neighbors had a party where they had a candy bar. Jellybeans, weird toffee, snickers, twix, and a whole tub of pixie stix. When I saw those sugary tubes of joy I knew I had to have one. One turned into 3, and that turned into 7 and I was just so happy that my taste buds still thought they were as rad as they did 15 years ago. (I feel very blessed.)

So I feel a little less this:

And a little more this:

Although, now I feel like I have a problem. I didn’t realize at the time is that this candy would turn me into a sugar addict. Like Charlie Sheen style, on top of the world, kind of sugar addict.

So I tried to stop, but at lunch I had a Dr. Pepper and I’m back to basically wanting to roll through pile sugar (while I threaten someone into a closet, who will shortly call the police on me).

Also the biggest conundrum of all.. how am I supposed to lose weight for my sister’s wedding if all I want is to eat all the sugar in the world?

And worse is she going to replace me with Ashton Kutcher if I can’t stop myself?!?!

♫Lauren

The Moral of the Story: Laughter

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Have you ever met me and think I laugh too much… well here’s a little secret:

This is true for all the following people:
-The people who I had studio with
-That old lady who said I laughed too much
-Geraldine the Monkey Queen (Woodbury)
-Ummm all the Librarians who disliked my laugh
-All the people who sincerely try to watch “Titanic” when I’m around
-People who work at Hot Topic
-And so much more

The moral of the story is laugh more… because you like it. The rest is just a benefit.

♥Lauren

They call her “Jazz Hands Keelin”

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Christine, princess of dip, Tsar of Mucho Guacamole and Grand Benevolent Ruler of fried zucchini batter has not always wanted to accept her delicious role in life… In an alternate universe Christine would have followed her love for pristine white gloves and fedoras and become the most supreme modern-tap-artist, adored by tweens worldwide. She would have a sponsorship paid for by the big Suspender companies, she would have the taps shoes of a God…
And this is what it would have looked like:

Happy Friday!
TA-TA-TA-TAP!
♫Lauren

Jimmy’s wishful thinking

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There are some days when you just want to get away. Some people suffer from these days more than others for so many reasons.

Sometimes people take days off of work and have fun. Jimmy is doing that tomorrow, and I will be trying to figure out what color a weird-faux-spanish-style-previously-a-Big-Lots building should be.

I just can’t figure out a correct color scheme for it…. URG. I digress.

Here’s a doodle of Jimmy:

I tried to find where Jimmy is working. But, I just settled for a house in Pacoima

Best part, tomorrow… he gets to go there. Have fun Jimmy!
♫Lauren

Only in my dreams

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In addition to being a giggly, constant doodler… sometimes I day-dream. I think this makes me a real world lady version of Doug Funnie, but I’m not entirely sure…
But I am sure about this:

I mean wanting to be the godzilla of bananas is not a weird thing right? Maybe I’m eating too much fruit.

♫Lauren

Robert Smith: American Hero

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This is not my most rad drawing ever… but it is of a doodle of one of my favorite musicians.

This a stunningly accurate drawing of him by the way. Seriously I got his complexion down and his make-up is devastatingly precise.


♫Lauren

You REALLY Got a Hold on Me

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Sometimes when you doodle, you doodle chickens eating ice cream. You doodle a boat made of cheese, or Isabel frolicking in a field of cotton candy or really anything you please.
Sometimes if you are me, you draw a snake choking you. I have no idea if this has a secret meaning. But it was all I could think of:

♫LAUREN

I’m just going to be over here… blending in with the wall

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Just a quick reference for anyone who wants me to wear peach clothing.
I am the color of peach.
In a peach dress I effectively look like a peach blob with eyes:

This is also a thank you to my sister for realizing, that although peach is a nice color, if I am a bridesmaid in her wedding I should not wear peach ever. I would look either naked and weird, or like I’ve been dead for two weeks, maybe three. Now that I’m sure I don’t have to blend in with the wall/my dress/the universe. I feel a lot better about life.
♫Lauren