She Came from Planet Z

metaphorical organs

Such a metaphorical picture!  Never did I think that the junk I got from the science fair and school pictures would be good for symbolizing, I assume, the insecurities within ourselves.  As you can see, the top part of the picture represents our fractured and un-healthy insecurities of our body parts at adolescence, and how they add to our identity (as you can see, the crunch wrapper, the little organ images that are cut in half, the sketchy handwriting).  On the bottom part of the page is the false image we strive to be.  A perfect self-portrait, with all of our inside and outside arranged perfectly.

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. 

new thoughts

Heya!  More collages have been done.  Yes, I know these are pretty bad pictures, and that includes how the sketchbook is at an angle, but here they are!

This one is supposed to represent the pretty and popular twins at school, and how they seem to rule and tower over all of the regulars, plainly put.

And this one is about the life that doing a sport brings into your life (we're so thoughtful, aren't we), and this was done by using my favorite model for my favorite sock company (now that sounds a little odd).

I still have this yearning to make a very realistic clay doll and film stop-motion animation videos of her talking and making the expressions of a thirteen year old girl.  And make clothes for her.  I'm not exactly sure if this is a normal urge, but it's definitely an artsy one, and now I can't stop plotting and plotting on how I'll go about it.  First step: find camera. 

the big 4 - 1

Today is mom's birthday.  No wait, let me repeat that...

Today is mom's birthday!! 

 

We aren't exactly partiers.  We could be, but we'd spend too much time in the shower worrying about how we'd manage it all.  So instead, we're going to have some sort of mix between pie, cheesecake, and dream whip pie (made by moi), and presents!  And left-overs!

Thanks mom, for your cheery attitude, listening ear, sock-knitting obsession, yoga, macaroni and cheese, and much more.  (I was going to list 41 things about her that are truly special but this seemed to grab me more.)

scary parts.

Perhaps it's the un-scheduled days, dramatically tropical weather, and abundance of chocolate chips that has altered my drawing style lately.  Now I am impulsive, and should warn you that these are not the creepiest of what I have made.  Some I am afraid to look at.

 
 
And then what if we cropped out the scary parts...

 
 
The line down the center is the edge of two paper squares I taped together.  I had intended on making them both the size of one square (OK, rectangle) in order to make it into a trading card seen here:

 
(what I traded in about a couple weeks ago)

Things got a bit crazy instead.

We can be like Liz Lemon and still look thin and pretty and perfectly crazy.

Mom- yeah, until you turn 30.

 
I have been sitting on my butt all day.
 
sit sit sit sit sit.  And then go buy a box of pop tarts and eat eat eat eat eat.

 
But before I go and moan about how there's no hope, I got up and ran just to see if I could.

 
And I did!  One mile!  Outside!  No pain!

So, we can be like Liz Lemon and eat doughnuts every day and still look thin and pretty and perfectly crazy.  Because every adolescent girl's dream is to become Liz Lemon, right?  To an extent, I suppose...

The point is, I have come up with a plan and now I have proof that this evilness is going to work.  My plan is to run monday, wednesday, thursday, and friday.  Tuesdays and weekends off.  Deal.  Bam!

art update #2, because I can't think of a better title.

 
 
I printed out the hair pieces and drew on the face (except for the very top picture).  Freehand, I swear.  I feel kind of snobby saying so, so let me just tell you that I'm not showing some of them because they were too creepy.  One of them, accidentally, looked like a distorted version of princess Di.

 
The one at the top was from my night-time sketch book.  I didn't exactly intend on making her Juno-looking, but I guess that just happens automatically, now.

 
And now for some generic paper fashions!  Spring-themed.  These are just for the sake of making stuff.  I figure I could go on the computer if I'm really that bored, but cutting out paper and putting matching colors together is just as entertaining.

 
And then school pictures come in the mail...

 
My apologies for the fuzziness, but it's about an inch high.  My underpants are also on inside-out, in case you needed to know that.

I was just happy that it actually turned out good for once.  I don't look like I just run the mile or am feeling sick or anything.  (plus I got about 6 inches cut from my hair - it's ponytail season!)

la de da...

Life sorta moves along...

 
Rain.  That lulls you into a numbness as you sit and stare without knowing your eyes are open.  And then you have to go run outside before it goes away.

 
Buns for mum.  Because, I don't know why.  Cute, eh?

 
Klutz fashion collage.

 
Perhaps a craving for dark clashing jewel tones and watery blues?

Oh yes...

 
Homeade earrings, finally! 
I used some paper scraps to randomly glue together.  I had an urge to use sweet G's beetle stickers.  It was shockingly simple... just slather on some lacquer and let e'm sit for a couple days.  The loops that the earring hooks are attached to are snipped paper clips.  I intend on making more. 

Only on my blog do I realize how bland my life really is.  If you let yourself tumble in your own thoughts for long enough the world starts slowly shrinking... The word bland is used humorly during lunchtime.  Mrs. L's face is really bland... ha ha ha... that duck is really bland... ha ha ha...  At least we have Delilah, though.  Late at night I like to turn on the radio and stare out the window to rockin' pop music.  I actually got tired of this last night, (I suppose it's got to be 10:30 at night... ), so on comes Delilah. 

Join me, friends, as we take the journey of love with quality music and simple mind...

At least I think that's what she said.  She was really into it.  So were her listeners...

random person: oh, I'm so heartbroken... my love won't go out with me...

Dililah (in a really soothing voice): well I've got just the song...

 

We will try not to eat the cookies and talk too much.

First of all, the happiest Easter to yea! 

 
 
I need to get back in the groove of the blogging...

Spring break, ending tuesday, hasn't been half bad.  It started with some mild exercise (because if there's just a mom and a dad, and they obsess about weight loss... well... so do you... ), relaxing, etc.  Then came the cookies.  And the late-night t.v.  And the pj's all-day.  That's what spring break is for, right?  I'm trying to fool myself with this, and it's working pretty well. 

 
For some reason I got a craze to collage old-fasioned princess dresses with cheesy descriptions... in perhaps a catalog?  Maybe my 4-year-old urges are coming back, but at least it's good entertainment at a restaurant before the food comes.  Our little insta-town center (only a few years old) has finally blossomed into less of a suburbanite, partly with the help of a new, very modest, diner.  Not an entirely independant diner, but small and with a good burger.

Just as one of the most candy-chocked holidays came around, I developed a nasty chest cold and am stuck staring at the chocolate bunny with a cup of tea in my hand.  Perhaps this was the cause of my exhaustion during Ukrainian egg-dying.  No, I am still a little girl.  No, I don't really like meticulous crafts that dye your hands like a zombie.  Yes, I still like egg-dying.  This was a new thing we tried this year.  (copied from H)

Nonetheless, we will still make Easter cookies and try not to sound too lazy when all we really want to do today is be lazy.  And not talk.

going a bit crazy.

 
It has been sort of a wonky, over-thought about week.  Or weeks.  Dad left for England on a business trip just as I began journaling.  He was supposed to be gone two weeks.  I am being told that he was, but was it just one?  I have no memory of anything.  Actually, I think I have too much memory.

This, I blame on journaling.  No, not a substitute for the blog... just an experiment.  And I found myself going back and reading.  Over and over and over again.  It was obsessive.  I'd write a paragraph, then go back and read what I wrote the day or two before.  And over and over again.  This combined with about 10:30 at night, made everything seem a lot bigger that it really was.

My life had suddenly expanded... each day was so over thought of that it could be two days...

And then, with someone out of the house, you find yourself sort of a substitute for them.  And vise-versa.  Mom would tell me things that she would've told dad.  And I would do the same. 

We watched T.V. twice as much and eat tons of salami and cheese.  And never exercise.  And skip church.

Thank goodness dad's coming home today.

 
 
There was lots of creativity, though.  This is just one of the outfits I obsessively made for this paper doll. I think we're being haunted by catalog companies.  We're getting, like, three a day now.  And they're all these weird kid's clothes companies that we've never heard of... it's kind of interesting, actually.  After you've read them all  ten times you kind of feel like drawing the outfits.

The collage up above is sort of the result of listening to music while sitting in front of a pile of catalogs. 

All of my friends are off for spring break, which started yesterday.  So, it's just me and mom and dad.  All week long.  Sometimes I feel like I'm going a bit crazy.