Sunday, September 30, 2012

Doodle Page Game

             This is a Doodle Page. You pick your two favorite color pens, a pencil, and an eraser and you draw random stuff. I started with a sloppy drawing of Nyan Cat. Then I drew a shockingly good drawing of American McGee's Cheshire Cat completely from memory and in pen. Not inked over, actually completely in pen. Pretty much half of it is all American McGee's Alice themed. And don't ask me what the fireman bird thing in the middle is, I have no idea. But I'm not going to explain every single thing of every single thing like: 'The flowers symbolize the regression of summer and blah, blah, blah.' Nobody has time for that. Actually, I do have time for that. I have a lot of time. LOTS. But I want to sit back and see what others think. Ohmigosh. I want to make this a bit of an activity. Pick your favorite colors, a sheet of paper, and draw whatever. Then post the results. It doesn't matter if you can't draw or whatever, you could just scribble and make                                                                                                                          it like an ink blot test.
                                                                      This is so going to be put on Tumblr.
And I never post anything on Tumblr!
T.Y.G.E.R.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Coraline, Doctor Who, and Fairies made of Plastic Flowers

            I'm baa-ack! Hello again, unseen audience of random people! Darn you, school, you suck out all my energy I could put towards doing cool things. Like writing. And learning how to draw better. And making little flower fairies. Yeah, that was fun. That's totally how I'm going to spend the weekend!
...
What the heck is wrong with me?
Jeez...
            So anywho... my life is ennui. (ohn-wee) That's one of our vocabulary words, it means boring in french. Which means I need to get my imagining muscles flexed and working, high school has made them go all stiff. Thinking... Thinking...
I need to learn how to laugh in a foreign accent.
The book Coraline is brilliant. Just saying. Her mom's all 'Where did you go we're supposed to be shopping!' And Coraline goes 'I was kidnapped by aliens but wore a disguise and talked funny and got away.' Like my dad. I asked him what Doctor Who was about once. He told me it was about these clones (Doctor Who, When, Where, What, and How.) And he had the comic around somewhere. This sounded amazing and I asked him 'What about Doctor Why?' He said questions like that made him run away. He then told me about him and a friend walking down from the... Colorado Mountains, I think, and coming back to find Doctor What in his blue lab coat and a disassembled electric guitar (not his, so no worries) and a blender. Or something. Can't really quote it verbatim. So I couldn't wait to find out more. Sadly, the comic was something I had already read and was nothing like what he described. Neither was Doctor Who. I still like it, but Dad's version sounded more exciting. I think I'm going to write a story about those Doctors. That would be fun. I could connect it to A Wrinkle in Time and... 
Stuff.
            Rant ended. I think I might post my story The Lost Rabbit on Wattpad. I'm going to do that now.
T.Y.G.E.R.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Poetry

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             Okay so, feeling a little down and listening to Avril Lavigne I decided to write a song. It came out a bit more like poetry. So I posted it onto Wattpad. Read it! Or don't. I'm not sure if I want people to check it out...
Well, it's out there now!
            It's called Growing. Basically, it's about life, school, and our expectations. Well, my expectations. I've also looked back on something I wrote a long time ago...
T.Y.G.E.R.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Adventure!

            Okay, so here I am, exhausted, weighed down by fast food, and draped over my desk. But this is a good thing. Why? I'll tell you. Glued to the computer all week, the excitement of High School numbed to a repetitive monotony, one uneventful today my Dad and I share the need to get out and be in the world. Thus, I spontaneous trip to Little Five Points! It's the weirdest place I've ever been. I saw a girl busking with her tuba, a six or seven foot tall woman that Dad told me was probably a cross-dresser. People there are the weirdest and that's just what I adored about it. We looked through a ton of the stores and I discovered that I had a liking for hats. There were places like Psycho Sisters, crazy stores full of wigs and neon fairy wings and more subdued places like the Clothing Warehouse. At the end of the day, we went to an ice cream place and I tried the Fish 'n Chips. It was just good fun all around.
            And that people, was my day. Tomorrow, I think I might seriously consider putting multicolored streaks in my hair. Just in case you all care. So, unseen audience of random people, what do you think? I'm reaching out for feedback here. I don't care if it's about the post, the state of the economy, or the new poll. I know you're reading this! The stat log told me!
T.Y.G.E.R. 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

In The Margins

            This is how I draw people in my school notebooks. They are usually really, really tiny. So this is me overlong bangs and green hoodie and all. I'm going to draw Rose (My sister.) next. Lately I've been doing a bunch of little thumbnail comics... hmm...
            So today I was cleaning up my room-really an excuse to discover 2 Nick Magazines I didn't know I had, my Tetris Cube puzzle, and about 25 different writing utensils and a bunch of random junk papers from my old school. So after I put the pencils and pens where they 'belong'. (The general area where they are usually found.) I messed with the puzzle, because I am easily distracted. Sooo much more fun than a Rubik's cube... But I still can't fit the last awkward- as-all-heck piece. It was a nice surprise to find a mysterious orange shoe-box full of interesting objects.
Yes, this entire paragraph is filler because if it wasn't this would be empty white space an it would be boring.
T.Y.G.E.R.