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Wonder of wonders! I thought I was really BAD at painting, but what do you know, I’m actually not that crummy. Man, this is great, because I’ve got a painting class next year…

ANYWAY the whole family (minus Mommy) went down the Paula’s framing shop (Hi Paula, if you’re listening) and we bought these little mini canvanses for three bucks a pop. And today we’re going back down to the framing shop, and turning them in, and then sometime there’s gonna be an auction and the money will go towards the arts programs in schools… SO IT’S A REALLY GOOD CAUSE!!!

Anywho, the next 4 (including this one) posts will feature our paintings. Starting with mine, cos I don’t believe in saving the best for last

Anybody else sick of the heat? Not that I really like winter or anything… actually, I’m an autumn person… but right now, some cool air and snow would not be unwelcome.

Votes for next post: Katie, Jessica, or Daddy.

OH JOY UNBOUNDED! OH SWEET RELIEF! OH RAPTURE AN EXAMPLE! Do I have any Gilbert and Sullivan junkies with me?

ANYWHO, so here’s the post that was meant to be here yesterday. Happily for me, there really wasn’t much photoshopping to do, just a little lighten-ing (as opposed to LIGHTENING all one word, which is a different thing ENTIRELY)

Um… so I wanted to draw an Elizabethian portrait… and I only realized afterwords that if I didn’t want it to be ELIZABETH herself I shouldn’t have given my portrait red hair… oopsies. But anway, I like that it kind of looks like a portrait from that time… the whole sort of naive thing that my work has going for it was useful. Oh, the wonderful things I don’t even have to think about and then they sneak in there. It’s a pain in realism-obsessed artclass though… eh well.

I’m really diggin’ the guest artist thing over here. Today we have a re-visitor, my little sister Katie! But you have to look at my drawing first, because hers is so much cooler, and if you look at mine second it will be anti-climatic.

SO THIS IS BUNNI!!! He is he gay kid that lives in my closet! But he will not come out. He is in denial. (And yeah, it’s all in me ‘ead. There is not an actual dude in my closet… because that would be a little weird.) I basically came up with him so that I would have a reason to stand outside of the closet and yell COME OUT OF THE CLOSET!!!… my mom thinks I’m kinda weird…

 AND THIS RIGHT HERE IS HOLLOW, MY SISTER’S CLOSET IMP!!! ISN’T HE AMAZING!!! OMG, I LOVE HIM!!! I love his hair! I love his eyes! I love the little boats on his shirt and little pockets on his jacket! He’s just so flipping cool! See why Bunni was anti-climatic. This little dude needs a picture book, or animated film or something…

Anyway, I’m currently being a very bad hostess, so I’m gonna go talk to the guests… toodles!

BECAUSE I JUST HAD LIKE… 5 COKES AND A LATTE!!! So I got up at midnight last night and got ready for post-prom (I did NOT go to prom, only the event following. No tickets, no dresses, no pinchy shoes… and lasor guns!) and now it’s practically 8 in the morning, and I have not gotten any sleep in like… a long, long time. BUT I’M STILL REALLY REALLY AWAKE!!! Plus I don’t want to go to sleep because if I do I will miss out on my pastor’s awesome sermon (I don’t know what it is, but it’s my pastor, so it will be amazing) and I will miss out on seeing my ALLIE!!!

WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE POINT OF INTEREST!!! MEET ALLIE COX, EVERYBODY!!! She is my blog’s new poety loriet (is that how you spell that?) and you should look forward to hearing from her more consistantly than you hear from JO who has yet to EMAIL the latest DEMON so that’s why you haven’t SEEN IT yet. If you want you can all go to her house and throw eggs at it. I would, but that’s a five mile drive just to chuck a couple of eggs, and then a five mile drive back, assuming I can’t stay at her house after throwing eggs at it.

BUT I DIGRESS!!! (Did I mention I was feeling really hyper?) HERE IT IS, FOLKS!!! A WONDERFUL POEM, BY ALLIE COX!!!

The Rosebush

In my younger years I would storm the neighbor hood,
hunting for tulips daisies,
sweet buttercups, morning glories.
I’d return home with clumps of them in my hands:
dripping soil, still clinging to their bulbs.
My grandmother always hated fresh flowers.
“They always die.”
I love the way they filled the room with their honey sweet scent.
The way they shone like patches of sunlight.
But she was right;
the ending was always the same,
Wilted. Dead.
A pathetic sight.
One day we planted a rose bush.
It lasted as long as she did.
In the end I suppose it’s the same for everything;
lovely at first, then just a pretty mess you have to clean up.
I don’t pick flowers anymore.

Everybody, snap poetically! I would say something really deep and philosophical, but right now my brain is SO fried, so I might just come back and say something intelligent when I can think of something intelligent to say! YAY!!! (Which really isn’t the right response… but I was totally awed when my dad read it, Allie, and YEAH DUH he really did think it was that good! We are very honest people in my family.)

EVERYBODY!!! EMAIL AND SAY NICE THINGS SO ALLIE WILL LET ME POST MORE STUFF BECAUSE SHE SAYS SHE’S GOT A NEW POEM ON EATING-DISORDERS, AND I KNOW I WANT TO READ IT AND YOU SHOULD TOO!!!

And I’m seriously getting off now, before I really start bugging people.

Well it’s not sprained, I don’t think. Danny, going around, pushing people out of trees, you ought to be ashamed of yourself! (He didn’t really push me out of a tree… I fell out, quite of my own accord)

Anyway, here it is, Sunday, and I’m supposed to be posting… lessee what I’ve got…

I’ve gotta scan some stuff in…

Okay, so… another one of those doodles… um… yeah. I really don’t know. Like… at all. I have no idea who ‘Angeline’ is, so don’t asked. And no, she’s not the fish. It all started with the teapot and cups and then they were flowers and then they were growing out of a fish, and then the fish was thinking about revenge… I think I need counseling.

So this is a charecter is a story that was inspired by a dream I had, and my insane paranoia that everything I own will one day vanish and I’ll never be able to find it again (And it’s a lot of fun to live with me when I can’t find something, just ask my parents)

So anyway, originally the main charecter was a guy, but I changed that… but anyway, she makes a watch with 29 hours on it, and then she looses it, and in the story there’s a place where everything that has ever been lost goes to. But there’s a prophesy about the 29th hour, and everything that is lost being found, so it’s all cool. I’m not sure about anything else in the story but this, but it’s a great set-up, no?

Anyhow, my friend Michaela (everybody say hi!) was helping me write it, and then I moved, and then I forgot about it, and so then like… a month ago I remembered, and drew this picture.

I’m not sure if I’m entirely digging the proportions, but if I’m not I just do another copy. I AM digging her pants however, seriously need a pair. Remind me to tell Michaela she’s posted, somebody.

The computer has decided, after our whole year or so of friendship, to hate my guts. So if the picture doesn’t show up or something, it’s not my fault.

On that note, let’s see what there is to show you today!

Okee pokee. I’m afraid this little lady is not as brilliant as my other doodles, but they come and they go. She’s cute, anyway. I think she’s like… Mother Earth, or something to that effect. I dunno. I’m feeling a little not-here right now, so… I’ll just go away now.

Just so you don’t think me disgustingly morbid or anything, I think I will take this moment to describe exactly how the idea for something so evil sounding as ‘Demon of the Week’ was conceived.

I got a book full of different demon-like things from all over the world, and wouldn’t you know, but a lot of them look PRETTY COOL!!! Like this week’s is a child with a beak and wings! Creepy, no? But I had forgotten all about the list of cool-looking things of darkness until I was flipping through my sketch book at Jo’s, and I told her about it, and she’s all like… “cool” and so I proposed that we draw one every week (2 weeks, now) so as to keep in touch, and be artistically active, and all that fun jazz.

SO HERE THEY ARE!!! This is Jo’s:

Yes, it was originally on lined paper. I did my best to get rid of the lines, so it would look nicer, but I’m not that good yet, so… As you can see, Jo’s demon is in a more adolescent stage of childhood… very cool, very cool… I like the shading particularly.

And here is mine (not the one I lost, by the way. I just drew one over the past half-hour/hour which I actually like better than the original, so we all win in the end.)

I was thinking about Hellboy when I drew him, and I hope that’s a little noticable… I do so like Hellboy… It’s a lot darker here than it was on Photoshop… I hope you can tell that those are supposed to be human hands, and not claws on his feet… My demon is still a little toddler type demon…

Anywho, you can look forward to seeing equally disturbing sights every 2 weeks or so, if Jo emails hers to me like a good little girl, and I don’t loose mine again…

IT’S YOUR DOLL, STEPH!!! RIGHT HERE!!! SO YOU CAN SEE HER BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR FLORIDA!!! I just hope you got my email in time…

THERE SHE IS, STEPH!!! YOUR LITTLE SCARLET-LYRIC!!! OH, ISN’T SHE SO SWEET?!?!?! AND JUST THINK, WHEN YOU GET BACK FROM FLORIDA, SHE WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU!!!

For the rest of you that don’t really care about Stephanie’s Spring Break ventures, I would also like to use this blog as an introduction to a new… member-ish person on my blog! IT’S JOANNA ZARUBA!!! *applause, cheers* Because little Scarlet-Lyric would be so lonely if it weren’t for her ADORIBLE BOYFRIEND!!! WHO JO SEWED FOR ME!!! That’s right, not one, but TWO darling little emo ragdolls on today’s post. Here he is:

OH! He’s so cute.

And here’s a picture of the emotional couple:

And I don’t know why that one is so much smaller than the other ones… huh. It’s really not my day today, I’m loosing things left and right. Which brings me to the bad news: Demon of the (2)Week is not coming for at least another week because I LOST THE *DERN* PICTURE!!! Not yours, Jo, but mine, and I don’t know where in hell the thing is (get it? Cuz it’s a demon? Ha ha… yeah) so that’s gonna be fun while I run around in a panic looking for him.

But I have to go do something soothing right now… bye bye.

I understand I have not been posting regularly like a good little girl, but I have not been home for the past three weekends, and I’ve also been really swamped with school and such and so I have many good excuses I could pull if I were going to make excuses

Anyway, next week will be the VERY FIRST DEMON OF THE (2) WEEK!!! Exciting, no? It would be this week, but… there’s the problem that Dad isn’t home, and I need to know how to get the picture out of my email and on to Photoshop and then on to here…

So here’s a picture that has nothing to do with anything!

Ain’t she purdy? Another random doodle, and no, I don’t know if she’s counting that sheep.