She Came from Planet Z

shiny glittery glick

I am having a very sleepy President's day. 

I must be dehydrated at the moment or something... Just sleepy, soft, weak... I could curl up into a little ball and sleep there all day.  I am our cat.

Perhaps it's the still life.

Ah, the still life.  Still life is like the multiplication tables of art.  You've gotta know it, but it's boring and takes a while to get right.  I've gotta know my art multiplication tables for next year.

In the meantime, I have more fun:

What does makeup say to me right now?  I went over to a friend's house and had the classic experience of "let's give you a makeover".  She emptied her holy pouch of makeup and opened every eyeshadow container with a satisfying glick!  I embrace the earthy and un-earthy scents of the shimmery powders and glops and colors. 

I would just love to photograph, like, ten people's makeup bags and all within them, arranged pleasingly.  Then you could print huge photos of these collections so that you could see every brand and sparkle in detail.  I have officially entered the average teenage beauty obsession.

today, let us be calm.

Hiii new bannneeeerrrrr!!!!  Doesn't it feel strange?  And new?  Here's the picture again!

These are girls from my school with anxiety.  Well, about 4 percent of the population of people with anxiety (a.k.a. the whole school).  So I've learned that 7th grade is pretty bad, anxiety-wise, but 8th grade is worse.  No question I am queen of the world back off where are you going are you mad at me I feel really sad now oh look at that funny cat picture.  And then: OH NO!!! TEST TEST TEST TEST TEST!!!! NOOOOO!!!! I hate tests!  And I am ashamed to say I got better grades as a 7th grader.  And yet life some how goes on.

So, now that I've whipped you all up with this whole anxiety idea, let's be calm!  Today is Friday.  Yesterday I felt anxiety, but today, oddly enough, I did not.  Huh!  How 'bout that! 

More about drawing: I am learning to observe.  Fully observe.  I am learning to make notes in my planner on a particular shade of pink I saw someone wearing or the shape of a person's face.  Noticing appearance, not personality.  Or creating personality based on appearance?  Oh dear, this could get a lot less zen.  But anyways... I have a lot more people I want to draw from school.  It feels like you're keeping them in your pocket, like they're just characters you've made up that have no purpose.  Agh!  I don't know what I'm saying.

(another banner idea I had... it just didn't seem original enough) 

school-boggling

Today was a day of many emotions.  For all.  Because, well, there's this teacher, right?  And  he's really popular and cool, right?  And everyone loves him, right?  And then, he goes and gets arrested for having an innapropriate relationship with a minor.  A minor in high school, of course.  But

It's kind of

school-boggling.

People reacted the way their un-decided adolescent minds react.  Half blubbering, half laughing, crying crying crying all day long, utterly confused.  The event was a trauma. 

I didn't have the guy as a teacher.  So this is all I know.  But, to spend a day in school when everyone is completely confused in their state of being, you find yourself running to the hidden Valentines candy bag.

So this is for you, school, this half-eaten bag of chocolate hearts.  Eat up! 

happee birthday to meeee

in her morning elegance...

Ha ha!  Such a portrait!  The picture looks sorta 80's... I don't know why.

And so another birthday almost come and gone.  People were supportive and nice and friendly and nice and happy and fun and nice and it was all just good!  Oogh.  I am tired, but rest assured, I have survived my birthday. 

And a link for you?  I think maybe so, while I'm here.  It's pretty happy and pretty inspiring.

Advanced Style.  Don't worry... it's not difficult.

drip drip drip

Ahhh... and as the temperatures rise we experience a winter sauna...

fog.  Drip drip drip.

And I have finally completed the invites for my once-a-year attempt to group all of my school chums.

Organizing parties takes some guts.  I spent most of the weekend ignoring the idea that it might be fun to have a party and swatting it off when it came every now and then.  I'm not sure if hauling everyone to go eat pizza and then hauling them all back home really counts as "guts", but it's good enough. 

first snow of the year!! (REAL snow)

I wish I had taken pictures of the sledding today.  It doesn't look deep, but the thin, icy kind works great for sledding.  And now my butt is sore and wet because of my adolescent reasoning: "I don't need snow pants.  I won't touch a bit of snow!"  Still great fun. 

cram in the fun

Pictures pictures pictures.  I love the rosy shinyness on that one girl's face.  Like being sweaty in the cold...

Girls in kind of horrible swim suits.  I was in it for the body types.  And faces.

Ma took me away from school right before lunch to satisfy the need to speak to a high school counselor, instead of the need for a power muffin*.

We discussed how my schedule would work out if I were to travel from art high school to regular high school during the school day.  See, I could just transfer to this half-an-hour-away art high school, but... it's high school, an experience that I am afraid of sorta-kinda-maybe, and at a school where I know no one.

So we decided my schedule and that I'll travel, blah de blah de blah... my life right now!

*a power muffin is what we lunch bunch call my mum's homemade muffins that contain so much stuff they have to give a person powers.  And are about three times the size of a normal muffin. 

aaahhhhh.....

Hello hello!  First off, let me start by saying -

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......

Hear that?  That is the joyful sound that means... exams are over!  Yaaay!!!  Yes, they ended as quickly as they came, just as the stress and studying and everything that came with them did.  I only know of my social studies (or history, for those of us who feel very special), algebra, and science grades.  B, A, B.  Not too shabby, eh?

And to celebrate...

I am finally using my "pillow curlers".  They sorta look like those little rags that they used back in the "olden days", which only makes me want to go out and get an old-fashioned powder puff and a big hat.  They're also really good to sleep in and easy to put in. 

This photo is actually from last night, but I forgot to take a picture of my springy hair at six o'clock in the morning, and now is is pleasantly wavy.  Oh well... there's always next time.

To celebrate the end of exams and the 2nd quarter, I intend on going off to the mall with my pals to spluge, then going to the thrift store to buy a pair of bland shoes to glitter up.

Ta ta!

dancer

This morning, I drew a dancer:

She is colored with the mighty Prismacolors.

Can you spot her in this video?

I absolutely love the dance she does.  I have a ballet enthusiast somewhere within me.

Hello

Welcome, welcome exam time!  Yes, for the past couple weeks I have been attempting to study, but I think it's that really depressing novel I began to read at about midnight each night and couldn't put down that has prevented me from doing so.  Nonetheless, three down, two to go.  I swear, studying is an art that takes years to perfect.

Art girls!  Realistic fashionable/artsy/rugged/greasy art girls!  My last two-and-a-half hour exam block happened to be art class, so I got to know these people pretty well.

More about exams, why not?  And life in general?  I have felt more nervous than ever about exams this year.  But, now that we are in the heart of it all, nervousness is thankfully deceased.  I feel fresh and clean.

Rain-snow.  RAIN snow.  We're seriously having spring.  The pollen is flying, the flowers and sprouting, the children are running amok.  Today was the first cold day all year.  Foo.