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Urgh. Achmed was not my friend when I was drawing this one. And I feel it was kinda rushed, I didn't get time to draw Achie1 in panel two or the other two panels in my notebook before I started working on the computer. I think that was a really crucial step that I missed, cause that made it so hard to draw Achie2 and Achie3. Luckily for me, I realized (after) I had gone through the pain of drawing Achie3, Achmed had blankets on his back xD He's been missing those for two strips, I apologize! Now you just can't see how eplty Achmed actually looked from above! I probably need to work on that x3 Skeletons are damn hard D:

Also, let's talk about yesterday. And how it sucked. Well, I was kinda fine. I mean, I'm not too terribly religious or anything, but I swear to God there were angels watching me that day who intervened. I was crying a lot, having a really tough time of it, and my friends weren't helping. "Just suck it up" "You can't let it get to you". I need to vent here fro two seconds and say if I can hold a conversation with you while I'm crying, I do not need to "suck it up". This is as 'sucked up' as it gets with depression, hun. Yes, I'm crying, but you need to stop looking at me like I've got two heads. I'm still a person, this is just my disorder being prominent and making you all awkward. I'm doing my best to be normal, please try too.

And then, okay, this made the afternoon all the worse, but, after track, our coach was going to force us to go door to door to sell raffel tickets to a baseball game, months away, for a ridiculously large price! I had managed to sell a few at my Mom's office, and I planned to buy more. I just could not imagine myself being able to go door to door and being rejected a bunch of times, a real hit to me internally when I've already been used as an internal punching bag. My friend said I was being whiney, which I can see from her point of view, but honestly? After hours of non-stop crying? Feelings so dejected inside? No, I couldn't do it. I was going to go show my coach what I had sold, my plan to buy some myself, and then see if my Mom could make a check out to someone. However, at this point I was crying again, and a few of the girls came in, showered me with hugs, and told me they'd take care of it. God, what angels. They took what tickets I had sold and the money I had earned, the ones I hadn't sold, and said they'd go out and do it for me. I was never so thankful. Earlier a girl had been an angel, too. Once I had told her how I had depression, she told me she could totally relate, and as I was about to retaliate she told me of her anxiety problems and how it was really good just to let the tears flow. About nine months ago, she tried to hold it all in, she said, and tried to kill herself. I didn't argue after that, and we exchange a good conversation while I cried. What a lovely and patient girl, she stayed with me all the way till we got to the track. I can't thank her enough. These people are such angels, really, I admire them so much for their patience. I don't think my other friends had a really good hold on how to handle my depression, which is fine. I don't expect them to know absolutely everything, but I would like a little more tact. And listening. And just letting me cry. What's so wrong with it? Seriously? Oh, not now you mean? So it's okay to cry, just not now? -.- blarghe.

Okay, I'm done, I've chatted way to much, gotta get my bowl, gotta get my cereal~

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Interlude 1
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Bonus Comic 2 - Charade
Bonus Comic 3 - Protector
Behind the Scenes: You've Lived a Long Life, Bubba J ...

Reff Sheets:
Walter
Razzle
Paint
Scotty
Sweet Daddy D
Melvin
Bubba J
Angelina & Pedro

José, Achmed © Jeff Dunham
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Description
Urgh. Achmed was not my friend when I was drawing this one. And I feel it was kinda rushed, I didn't get time to draw Achie1 in panel two or the other two panels in my notebook before I started working on the computer. I think that was a really crucial step that I missed, cause that made it so hard to draw Achie2 and Achie3. Luckily for me, I realized (after) I had gone through the pain of drawing Achie3, Achmed had blankets on his back xD He's been missing those for two strips, I apologize! Now you just can't see how eplty Achmed actually looked from above! I probably need to work on that x3 Skeletons are damn hard D:

Also, let's talk about yesterday. And how it sucked. Well, I was kinda fine. I mean, I'm not too terribly religious or anything, but I swear to God there were angels watching me that day who intervened. I was crying a lot, having a really tough time of it, and my friends weren't helping. "Just suck it up" "You can't let it get to you". I need to vent here fro two seconds and say if I can hold a conversation with you while I'm crying, I do not need to "suck it up". This is as 'sucked up' as it gets with depression, hun. Yes, I'm crying, but you need to stop looking at me like I've got two heads. I'm still a person, this is just my disorder being prominent and making you all awkward. I'm doing my best to be normal, please try too.

And then, okay, this made the afternoon all the worse, but, after track, our coach was going to force us to go door to door to sell raffel tickets to a baseball game, months away, for a ridiculously large price! I had managed to sell a few at my Mom's office, and I planned to buy more. I just could not imagine myself being able to go door to door and being rejected a bunch of times, a real hit to me internally when I've already been used as an internal punching bag. My friend said I was being whiney, which I can see from her point of view, but honestly? After hours of non-stop crying? Feelings so dejected inside? No, I couldn't do it. I was going to go show my coach what I had sold, my plan to buy some myself, and then see if my Mom could make a check out to someone. However, at this point I was crying again, and a few of the girls came in, showered me with hugs, and told me they'd take care of it. God, what angels. They took what tickets I had sold and the money I had earned, the ones I hadn't sold, and said they'd go out and do it for me. I was never so thankful. Earlier a girl had been an angel, too. Once I had told her how I had depression, she told me she could totally relate, and as I was about to retaliate she told me of her anxiety problems and how it was really good just to let the tears flow. About nine months ago, she tried to hold it all in, she said, and tried to kill herself. I didn't argue after that, and we exchange a good conversation while I cried. What a lovely and patient girl, she stayed with me all the way till we got to the track. I can't thank her enough. These people are such angels, really, I admire them so much for their patience. I don't think my other friends had a really good hold on how to handle my depression, which is fine. I don't expect them to know absolutely everything, but I would like a little more tact. And listening. And just letting me cry. What's so wrong with it? Seriously? Oh, not now you mean? So it's okay to cry, just not now? -.- blarghe.

Okay, I'm done, I've chatted way to much, gotta get my bowl, gotta get my cereal~

Next
Previous
First

Interlude 1
Bonus Comic 1
Bonus Comic 2 - Charade
Bonus Comic 3 - Protector
Behind the Scenes: You've Lived a Long Life, Bubba J ...

Reff Sheets:
Walter
Razzle
Paint
Scotty
Sweet Daddy D
Melvin
Bubba J
Angelina & Pedro

José, Achmed © Jeff Dunham
Banner, PA and Comic ©