art

i drew a thing.


meh, digital art is fun while it lasts, but i'm never happy with the final product. there's something a lot more satisfying about real media.

OFF TO GO CHIEFING! byebye

edit: i just stumbled upon this piece of art from someone... what the fuck. it's beautiful.

So right now I've got a thirst for some adventure. I'ma do somethin about it.

later: I ended up not really doing anything about it.


FIGURING OUT WHAT I AM GOING TO DO FOR MY BIRTHDAY... ideas are welcome.

Today's the day of old stories. 1st grade:


Ely Franky was the fastest and smartest lady in Utah. Ely was so fast she could run from Arizona to Ohio in one minute!

One day a man named Frank Jones Came to Utah. Ely saw how fast he was at snowboarding. She wanted to race him.

Ely and Frank made a bet who ever won owned the piece of land. Ely wanted peace to the land, but Frank wanted to make the people to be his slaves.

Ely and Frank kept tieing and tieing and finally Ely won and the land was filled with kindness. Frank was so sad He ran all the home.



I was so much more normal than Erin. Please read her 1st grade stories.

other illustrations from 1st grade

I found a story I wrote in the grade of 6. Clearly I've always had a gift for writing... nawt

"The Inflatable Squishy"

"I want that one," I selected at the student council selling stand, as I gestured toward a squishy smiley face pencil cap thing(whatever it was).
"500 dolla!" Sarah yelled as she flung out her hand. I arched an eyebrow, staring at her.
"Fine," she replied, "1 dolla."
We exchanged the money and pencil cap right as the bell rang. "Aye aye aye!" Sarah yelled as she pushed the card inside the PFT.

Sarah is weird.

I ran back to class, my new toy in hand. I was so excited for some reason, now that I had jumped on to the bandwagon; I had just bought the last one at the stand. As I walked in class, I stuck it right on my pencil. "Oh my gosh! It matches!" I cheered happily, admiring it.
My table (well, the people sitting at it) stared at me. I smiled, my hand still resting on the squishy face. I did what anyone would do--I squished it.

I could swear I saw it grow like an inch in circumpherance. I also never thought I'd use the word "circumpherance" outside of math class.

I squished it again. Holy taleta, it blinked at me! I threw it on the carpet in terror.
"It's gonna kill us all! RUN!" somebody screamed as it grew.
"Call the terminator!" Someone shouted. I think I actually saw somebody dialing on their cellphone.

The yellow sphere of doom began to roll out of class, crushing everyone. Screaming filled my ears, and the ground shook.
"Not my fault!" I screamed, closing my eyes. The survivors scattered everywhere as the smiley grew up to at least 100 feet.
I stared at its Chinese-ish eyes, gasping. Then i realized... my pencil! Hallelujiah! Praise the ponies!

"Die! DIEEEE!" I screamed, lunging at it, my pencil's point pointing at the yellow menace.

*Pop!*

No more smiley! Nobody said anything. They were all in shock. The mystery would never be solved, but at least those smileys were confiscated from everyone who had one.

god... sixth grade me WOULD say "holy taleta" and "praise the ponies".
byebye!

In a Bright-Eyesy mood today... also feeling relatively Hot Chippy. it hath been awhile, bands.

Such a shame that Connor Oberst will be unable to grace us with new musics :'(

taught Chief how to bow... he is officially my biatch

sorry if you believed me. he's not that awesome yet.


aaand... i enjoy this secret:



it's 10:30 already? sheeeit. byebye

WHO KILLED CHEEF?!



AANANRHRHRRRRRR

byebye

paraphrased:



Me: Whenever I don't get much sleep I'm always so hyperactive! Oh my God!
Erin: Well, that's because your body is trying to make up the energy for you, and the excess energy makes you hyper.
Me: Is that... did you just make that up?
Erin: Yeah. I did.

---

Davis: I think I'm going to wear this shirt tomorrow, too.
Me: Oh... why?
Davis: I like it.
Me (whispering to Erin): I know why he wants to wear it. So his princess can see.
We simultaneously look up to Davis, looking back at us. He has a very unhappy face.

---

Melissa: Ohh MY GOD!
Me: What?!
Melissa: It's the pregnant girl!
Me (grabbing Melissa and Erin): Ohhh my God... there is a baby inside of her! You do not see that every day! Let's go kick it!
Erin: Oh my God! You WOULD say that!

---

Me: You know, if you comb lemon juice through your hair, and go out in the sun for a few hours, you get natural highlights.
Erin: Oh wow, That's cool. Let's do that! This weekend.
Me: Okay! We can bathe in the lemon juice!
Erin: Yeeahh! I can picture that, in a little blow up pool, bathing in lemon juice...
Davis: That... does not sound fun.

---

Me: Don't men like to be sort of dominant, or protective in the relationship?
Erin: Ask the man!
Erin and I turn to Davis.
Erin: Do they like that, Davis?
Davis: I don't know, well, hmm... For me personally, I like nobody to be the dominant one. Sort of a mutual thing. She has my back, and I have hers. We have eachother's backs. Because... Because I'm a bastard or something, I don't even know.

---

Erin: Aaaaaaaahhhh... You make me want to clench my fists.


byebye!

di-maaaanche

can't sleep, nope.

While searching for blankets yesterday, Jen and I stumbled upon some old clothes. I found a really kickass silk robe thing that i will now wear whenever it is appropriate. I also found a white peasanty shirt with light blue trim; it was sort of funny looking, but I really loved it. I tried it on today and my mom exclaimed "You're WEARING that?" to which I replied yes, and she informed me that it was my favorite dress when I was, say, five years old. I'll still wear it anyway.

aaand speaking of yen, she has a blog now. it's cool. I LOIK IT.

byebye!

Samedi

1:56 AM

Zoom in, sorry in advance for nightmares.

Hump day

I wrote a letter that I'll never send. There's no point in beating a dead horse. Unless you're Erin Purcell, I bet she'd get a kick out of something like that :)


(there was no insinuation there i just really think erin would like to beat a dead thing)

even though it means nothing now

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How long until it's not too soon to say that things will be different this time around?

this makes me laugh

byebye

Sunday-day

Had the NCL tea that Natalie and I were "in charge" of. all we did was arrive an hour early and eat lemon bars.
seriously, i don't want to see a lemon bar again for a long, long time... maybe.

it's so weird to see myself with hair that isn't dark red.

hmm, when i sat down at my computer ten minutes ago to start bloggin', i felt like i had something of slight profundity to say. now i got nothing!

well, thirty more minutes of waiting and i still got nothin. i'll go do something really important like decide what im going to wear tomorrow, or watch 30 rock. here's to hoping we have another tolerable week. byebye

big ol' DUMP

just a few random pictures from the hundreds that inspire me
inspire me to do what, i have no idea, but they inspire me nonetheless!

CHIEFERSON

i have a tea party tomorrow to go to. hooray for fluffy, pretentious, uppity events hosted by National Charity League!


byebye

Snadurdah

So, I've been up since 9:30 waiting for my brother to wake up so he can take me to go ride Chief. It's about 1:45 now. So in my efforts to occupy my time and simultaneously be productive, I have cleaned the entire house and crafted several flower arrangements.

i think he might be rising! I must go and see. byebye!

edit: i've done nothing today. quite literally nothing besides clean the house for an excessively long period of time and get ready to do nothing. what a waste of a day. ugh

Everyday feels like Sunday, baby

So once again comes the most simultaneously stressful and relaxing day of the week: Sunday. Since my homework is done, I'm only feeling the latter, thankfully. Now I'm just waiting until I get tired enough to sleep yayy.

I'm feeling really buoyant and airy. It's a good thing, but the pessimistic beast within me is constantly reminding me of Sir Isaac Newton's "what goes up must come down". Maybe I can defy gravity for awhile!.. we'll see.


crappy tiny picture... I think I'm incapable of spending longer than an hour on a piece of art before i get bored and frustrated and quickly finish it.

SO BORED JOIUDFJOIUDFHIUDSHFDS

byebye