Lukes Favorite Thing

So this past weekend there was a vegan potluck before a Kingdom show in Daytona. I decided to whip up something nice for everyone.

I had a few bananas in the freezer that I was saving to make some banana bread. I converted to a vegan diet the that week, so I thought it was going to be a treat.

That night I gathered some supplies from work to make the bread. I found out the only thing I needed to buy was sugar that wasn't refined through bone char and applesauce. Along with that I got nutmeg, baking soda, and some wheat flour. I didn't need any of that. I need to open my eyes more in the cupboards.

I found a recipe online and began to make some bread. The first batch looked a little dry so I doubled the applesauce size. Still looked a little dry.

Once it came out it looked like this...

I made a huge mistake. This doesn't look good at all haha. My mother couldn't help just try a piece. She then spit it out and said it taste just like baking soda. My dyslexic eyes read 3/4 cup of baking soda instead of 3/4 teaspoon. I know... I'm an idiot.

I threw that thing away. It did take the nasty smell out of my garbage barrel. I was going to give it to Chris Kee as a joke, but I didn't feel like putting in my backpack and taking it to him.

I then made some more bread and did it the right way. It looked like this...

Holy shit, let me tell you, this was good as hell. I took it to Chris' house and then to the show. I asume it was good to everyone else since I only got a small piece of it.

The Hawk

So this blog will be continued as a crappy comic of events that happen to me. I'll point out the horrible things I draw and make fun of everything. I only will only do these with one shot, no wasting paper.


This past Wednesday I had to turn in a paper to my English teacher Dr. Hawkins. I do not like this woman. She should not be teaching. That is besides the point.


Dr. Hawkins began the class by collecting the papers we wrote. They were supposed to be at least 3 pages long. She drew closer to me and my friend Jessica Reddy rose from her seat. Her papers were un-stapled. Dr. Hawkins took a quick hawk like glare at the papers. She then burst out in a hungry hippo rage. She began to yell "For God sakes its the third month of school and you can't have your papers prepared before you come to class?" Dr. Hawkins then stormed out of the class room after throwing a yellow folder. Everyone in the class snickered and commented on her juevinile way of handling a simple problem. Dr. Hawkins emgered back into the class room with a stapler that she had taken from her office, just a two second walk from our class room. She then started to ramble on about having everything ready. I looked around the room to see that everyone was out in "La-La" land and ignoring her. My guess was that they were still giggling about how she got so worked up over un-stapled papers.


This is a math problem of what happend a few days ago.

Story Time

So I spent the night at my buddy Richards house one night. It happened to be extremely cold for this time of year. It was continually cold the next day. I was planning on riding my bike from his house to the DSC campus. His father offered me a ride about half way. I accepted his offer.

Once I was let out I began my trek down New York ave. I didn't have gloves so I decided to ride no hands and put them in my jacket pockets. This turned out to be a fatal mistake. If you know New York ave then you know its shitty. Its made like a bad sidewalk. Anyway my wheel went into a poorly filled crack and my weight shifted. This caused the front wheel to turn sideways. You might have guessed what happened next. I began to fly. Fly like a penguin that is. Lucky for me I got my hands out of my pockets in time to absorb some shock. I then rolled most of the fall out. My feet stayed inside my clips, so my bike went with me a ways. THe back wheel was then hit very hard on the ground. My rim was then bent slightly.

I arose from the fall in a "Whaowhatthefuck" fashion. I got my bike and continued on to school. I felt certain areas of my body hurt. Later I found out that my left forearm and shoulder were a little scratched. Somehow my left ankle was scratched near the Achillies tendon. My guess is it was the pedals that did the trick.

I arived at school late.

I got a ride to the bike shop to talk to BST (Bike Shop Teddy).

He fixed it the next day.

I ride with hands now (Well not all the time).

Two days off from work is awesome.

I hate family gatherings.

And Chris Kee.

And Charles Chaussinand.

Here is a hand drawn dramatization I made. I spent a long time drawing them. Even longer installing my step-dad's scanner. His computer was in the shop.

Looking

At schools to transfer to. Its a tight race between UF and FSU. I'm leaning on getting a masters in teaching anthropology in the sociocultural aspect. From that it looks like UF is has the lead. Only time will tell. I'd like to go to FSU though. I have friends there and kind of know the city. I haven't been to Gainsville in years. Anyway, education is key, not so much hanging out. I've got time.