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Today I went to Poetry Club for the first time this school year. Last year I was a regular club attendee, and this year I guess I just dropped the ball. Part of the problem is because I am very insecure about my poetry writing skills, and I never really felt like I was worthy to be a club member. Over the summer I basically gave up writing all together. It seems all I'm good for is writing meaningless blog posts, since that's the only thing I've done consistently over the past year or so. That doesn't bother me much, but some of the kids at the club are so good that I can't help but feel inferior.

:D

Yesterday I was competing at a baton competition ALL day. I arrived at the arena around 9 am and wasn't out of there until 4 pm. I got 2nd place in all of the individual events I competed in, which is actually pretty good! I mean, getting first place would have rocked, but I'm still satisfied. I'm actually surprised that I managed to do so well, especially considering how my 2-baton routine went. As I'm sure you've gathered, 2-baton routines are just like doing a regular routine, but you're using 2 batons rather than one. This also means that it's easier to drop more and lose focus, which is exactly what happened to me yesterday. The routine itself was okay, but my ending was a total train wreck. To end my 2-baton, I do one "big" trick to leave things off on a good note. At least, that's what it is SUPPOSED to do. I ended up losing control of both batons and they flew in completely opposite directions. Here is a diagram of what happened:

If you can't read all the words, click the picture to enlarge. Also note how there are no batons in my hands.

Here is an accurate visual representation of what took place yesterday. I completely messed up the trick, and one baton ended up next to the judge's table and the other ended up in a completely different lane that someone else was competing in. Because of this reason, I'm really confused as to why I got 2nd place. Oh well, I'm not gonna complain ;) 

Iron and Wine According to Hannah

A couple of months ago I was really into the band "Iron and Wine". I really cannot bring myself to listen to it anymore, because of reasons that are hard to explain, but if I had to put it in words I guess you could say I "got sick and tired of the music". This is a brief explanation of what happened:

In the beginning all was well. I listened to "Iron and Wine" on a daily basis, listening to a majority of the songs. Life was good. 

After about a week and a half or so, I started to get tired of listening to the same songs over and over. I was starting to get a little anxious whenever an "Iron and Wine" song would come up in my Itunes shuffle.

After about a month I was left confused and upset and I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. The lyrics to the songs didn't make any sense to me, and the mystic singing voice was starting to make me uncomfortable.

Case in point: if you don't want this to happen with you, don't go on an "Iron and Wine" binge. I care about each and every one of you who reads my blog, and I just want to prepare you for the worst. Proceed with caution. 

Edit: I got the idea for this blog post in the middle of the night on Wednesday. It seemed a lot funnier at two in the morning. 

Art (For The First Time In Forever)

I was talking to my friend Matt tonight, and I was griping about how I wanted to do a ukulele cover of "Baby Got Back" to post on my blog, but I couldn't because my brother was working on a major project. He kindly suggested I draw a picture, and that got me thinking. I haven't drawn a picture on this blog since the first few months I started posting. But that was back when I would just relive old memories and illustrate them for comical purposes.

Tonight, however, is a different story. I asked Matt what he wanted me to draw, and, most unwisely, he said I could surprise him. I set off to google, searching for a website where I could draw online for free. Once I got to my destination, I just stared blankly at my vast canvas.

"What to draw... what to draw..." I whispered to myself, tapping my chin thoughtfully. Then ideas struck left and right. I colored furiously, a devious grin spreading across my face. In a matter of less than 10 minutes, I had produced a viable picture. I took my inspiration from "Baby Got Back", and drew a butt. More specifically, my butt.

I know, I know, not necessarily the best choice when drawing for a friend, but I threw caution to the wind tonight. It is  my duty as an artist to post this picture, and post it I shall. Also I would like to note that my butt is nowhere near that voluptuous in real life. 

Matt... I hope I didn't scar you in some way with this. Moral of the story: Don't let me surprise you. 

How Do I Art?

I was going through my iPhoto albums awhile back, and I found a bunch of really old pictures I took. I can't remember what exactly I was going for, but I think it had something to do with a guide to being creative. It sounds stupid, but I was bored that day. Anyway, I went through and chose my favorites. Will you guys tell me yours?

This is a piece of paper with the words 'explore' written on it, placed on a piece of art I made. 

For some reason I used the word 'Explore' in multiple photos. In this one I wrote 'Explore' in cursive and then placed it by some paisley's I drew. Yeah, this one doesn't really make any sense, and I don't like it much at all. 

This one I really like. More of my dang artwork (if you can call it that), and I wrote in between the lines. Get it? Because the words are in between the lines? Ugh, even that is too punny for my tastes. 

I thought this one was sort of cute, and it's pretty self-explanatory. Just your average boy made out of paper jumping out of a shoe. 

Do you have a favorite? Do you have one you don't like? Should I have posted these at all? No, probably. 

Night y'all, I have school tomorrow. 

EDIT: Click on the pictures so you can view them in a larger scale. I think that does them more justice. 

Saturday Was Productive *UPDATED*

Today was a busy day for me. Okay, not actually that busy, but I am going to pretend like I lead an exciting life to keep up this shotty façade that I am an interesting person.

This afternoon my friend Lizzie came over, and we made art stuffs. To be frank, I haven't tried to draw anything in over a year, so it was quite interesting. It all started because we were online and found a Homestuck Ship Generator and we went a little bit overboard. We kept hitting the "Ship 'em" button until we got ones we deemed funny enough. I think my personal favorite was Lil' Cal <3 Serenity.

This is the final product, and this is also why I don't draw things... ever. This is also my new OTP.

As you can see, they are in a relationship because there is a heart in between them. There is no other verification necessary, really. Another interesting one that I drew was Wayward Vagabond <3 Serenity (I don't know why but I just really like shipping people with fireflies, okay?)

Another heart. This is nothing if not an exact representation of TRUE LOVE.

So, uhm, yeah. That's how I spent my day. I am pretty sure I'm never going to draw anything ever again. But I felt like it was my duty as a blogger to keep all of you updated about my daily life, and update I shall. 

*UPDATE*

Lizzie posted about this too! I stole some of the other pictures off her blog, and I thought it'd be great to share them on here too (I'm assuming you're okay with this, Lizzie? If not, just let me know).

Here is more of Wayward Vagabond <3 Serenity. Also, Lizzie created her own character... A certain Wayward vagabond Sprite. It's simply magnificent. 

I couldn't help but add this one once I saw she had it on her blog. Just guess what this picture is about... I dare you! >:]

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So I totally forgot that I drew this picture and I found it on my blog today and now I have so many questions.

1. Why is the ship called 'S.S. Diaper Rash'?

2. Why is a baby the captain?

3. Why is there a starfish wearing a sombrero?

4. Where are these two going? 

5. Why does the fish in the water look so conniving?

Okay, I'm going to go to Geometry class now. 

THEY'VE ARRIVED :D :D :D :D :D

I've been waiting since November of 2011 to buy my Gorillaz converse, and yesterday, all of my dreams finally came true.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I had to save my money for such a long time, that when they finally came in the mail, I almost couldn't believe it! I don't really want to mention how much they cost, since I am literally broke now (I need a job ;u;), but they are well worth the money. 

In other unrelated news a couple of days ago I was looking through my room and I found some Guatemalan Wishing Dolls my Spanish teacher bought for me back in seventh grade. I can't really remember why she gave them to me, but when she came back from a trip to a Cinco de Mayo fair in Texas, she presented them to me. I think the reason I got them may partially be because I had what I like to call a "moment" in front of her, where I had a terrible day and I ended up crying in front of my whole Spanish class. It's a long story, I was an emotional preteen, 'nuff said. 

Anyway, I had forgotten about them completely, and when I found them I got excited. Basically what the Guatemalan Wishing dolls are, are extremely tiny little dolls that you make wishes with, and then put them under your pillow while you sleep, and when you wake up, your wish will come true that day. I tried it once, but I ended up losing the doll in my bed, so I am now one short in my collection. They were sitting in a little box on my shelf when I found them. Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:

Here are two out of the about ten that I still have. They are extremely small, and it was hard to get good pictures of them. My favorite aspect of the little wishing dolls is that they all have different outfits, and some even have little hair made out of tiny little rocks glued to their heads. I am thinking I might make myself some this summer :D 

P.S.- Happy Belated 4/13!! >:)

So Then That Happened...

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Yeah... this is more accurate, isn't it? 

I hope to God these don't come back to haunt me some day. 

My Blueberry Hands

Today I helped out my friend Leah...

This is her. Look at that cute face. 

Anyway, her parents are opening a dollar store, and they were in need of some help. Her mom asked Leah and I to paint cardboard letters purple so they could be hung on the walls and say things like "Jewelry" and "Pet Care". What I want to know is how such a simple task could go so horribly wrong. 

The type of paint we used was acrylic, which most of you probably know stains clothes. What I discovered today is that it can also stain your body. Since I most unfortunately lack the fine motor skills it takes to use a paint brush and not get paint all over me, the staining of my hands was inevitable. The more concerning aspect is how it ended up all over my legs. As far as my hands go, it looks like I spent the better half of my afternoon picking blueberries in good old Farmer Brown's blueberry patch. My fingers were stained an exquisite purpley-blue that is apparently unique to only blueberries and purple acrylic paint. No matter how much I scrubbed, the stains would not come off. Upon further inspection it looked like I had slammed both of my hands in a door, and sustained some major bruises. 

My legs are another story. The paint that managed to find it's way onto my legs looks like scrapes. Seriously guys, if I went out in public I'm sure about half the people I saw would approach me and ask if I needed medical attention. Really, though, I'll let you all be the judge of my situation. Just... here. Here are the pictures. 

Palms of my hands had it the worst, I think. 

My nails. Oh God, the paint will probably become part of my nails soon enough. 

I was hesitant to post a picture of my leg on here. I think that the paint that looks like claw scrapes on my thigh are worth noting. 

Photos curtesy of Leah and her camera. I hope this paint comes off soon. I want to be able to wear shorts. 

As you probably know, I pride myself on knowing how to play a little somethin' somethin' on the ukulele. It doesn't matter that my skills are, how you might say, below par. Recently, though I've come across a slight issue. I'm running out of ideas of songs to learn how to play. I've left it up to you, the reader, to give me suggestions, because I'm all out of good ideas. Is this lazy? Yes. Is it a little selfish? Also yes. But I want to hear what you guys think! So, comment away!

Snapshot of a Blogger's World

I have a wall in my room that I have partially covered with memories. Pictures, artwork, most anything is hung up that makes me feel all happy inside. Here's a snapshot of just one corner of my world.

(If you want to see it bigger, click the image)

This is: picture of me as a child, unfinished bracelet, cutout from a collection of art stamps, Homestuck quote, Finantula the business man tarantula, and part of the lyrics to "On Melancholy Hill", which I have randomly stuck throughout the wall. 

21 Days

I found an interesting youtube video a couple of days ago by the user Nerimon. In the video he described how he had a bracelet that he was going to wear for 21 days, and every time he complained he would have to switch the bracelet from one wrist to the other. It's supposed to help break the habit of constantly complaining, and I thought that was interesting because I know that I certainly do more than my fair share of complaining, by making you aware of how much you do it. I've decided I'm going to try this 21 day challenge in the coming weeks. I hope it'll work out! But before I can begin, I need to make a bracelet. What kind should I make? Alpha, normal or Kumihimo? Please leave a comment telling me which! :) (Note: I am directing this primarily at you, Jos, since you so willingly told me you read my blog. You had better comment >:) You can do it anonymously, because you don't want to be bothered with making account, but nonetheless...)

You're Jealous of My Art Skillz

Man, it sure has been awhile. I suppose I don't have too much of an excuse for never posting, besides I didn't feel like it. I know, I know, you were all probably biting your nails in worry about why I never posted a second post, but I assure you, all is well in the world. 


Now, to my topic. Today my friend and I were discussing book characters, and what we think they look like. And this led us to debate about what we think characters in our own freaky stories we write look like. So, since we have nothing better to do, we challenged one another to draw what we think our book characters look like. 


I was amped about this. I was determined to knock her socks off with extremely realistic looking sketches that would make her and all of creation stare in awe and maybe even say, 


"Man, that looks half decent."


So I sat down on my couch tonight, sharpened pencil and sketch pad in hand. I started drawing my heart out, delving deep within myself to sketch down all of the little details of the people I was drawing. I was feeling pretty dang good about myself when I get a text from my friend. 


As it would turn out, she is also a very determined person, especially when it comes to destroying the hopes and dreams of a close friend, and totally crushed me with her picture. 


It Was Amazing. 


She had not only taken the time to find a large sheet of paper, she drew dramatic head shots of the book characters. This made me stare down at my drawings and cringe at their simplicity. All I'd managed to do was draw book characters looking quite sassy. 


I was almost too ashamed to even send her my photos. Almost. I took pictures on my low quality phone camera, and sent them off! I now anxiously await the critique. I know, I know, you're all probably thinking "Gee, I bet your art isn't that bad!". I assure you, it isn't. But not when it is compared to glamour shots. Nothing can withstand their power. 


Currently I sit quaking with fear because of their splendor. Wish me luck, I'm going back to the drawing pad (yeah right, I'm going to bed).


Good Night, Fellow Bloggers!