It's amazing what you can pull together on a Sunday night if you don't ink everything. Not the best comic lately, but as I was sorely tempted to skip... it's better than nothing!

When you call someone as often as Jeff and I call eachother, you end up leaving a lot of messages. You know the drill; they all sound something like: "Hey ___. This is Heather. I was just calling to talk. Call me back. Bye."
Which, if you have to listen to more than once a day, can kindof become tedious. To break the monotony, I've embarked on what I like to call the Quest for an Original Voicemail.
My first experiment was a short clip of freestyle rap (which would look unquestionably nerdy typed out here... but trust me, it was rather smooth once I started flowin. Really.) Another time I sang a message to the tune of the Superman fanfare. And once I just rapidly repeated the word "bean" about sixty times in succession, and hung up. Jeff always calls me back laughing when I do these things. I mean, it really couldn't be anyone other than me leaving this mess on his phone. So why waste more than ten seconds with extensive "I love you"s? (The love is implied by the constant calling, afterall.) The Original Voicemail is just an added bit of sunshine.

Rachel was in town this weekend. She and I use this time to assimilate her mountain of photos into scrapbook pages. It makes me want to scrapbook too, but since I'm all digital, I want to make my pages using photoshop. This proves to be a real pain, seeing as my camera is too old to produce anything of usable size. Perhaps someday I'll buy a fancy camera like the Portrait Studio's (work has me craving one, afterall), but until then, its just me and the compy.

My finals begin this week. Lara artistically posed me to represent this time of the year (though Micro was last semester...?):
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