Saturday, October 30, 2010

Happy Halloween!

My cartoon characters would like to wish you a safe, fun, sugar-coma-free Halloween : ).

In order:
Marie (me as a cartoon)
Peter and Apple


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I Had A 'Beautiful' Moment...

And yeah. It was awesome. My younger sister found this dress at a town garage sale, bought it, and than forbade me to wear it for Halloween. However, she did let me put it on and have a photo shoot, and i felt really, really beautiful. I did fuss with my hair and think, "Man my smile is stupid," but it was so much fun i got over myself : ).

That's all.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

NaNoWriMo Post #2!!!

CHARACTERS!!! Ah, how i love them <3.

Main character:

Peach Cobbler

Peach's two BFFs, Sukie and Zach (Zach has been colored in but he needs editing so you just get the pencil sketch of him)

Woo hoo! Less than a week till the NaNoWriMo gets underway!!! So excited!!!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

NaNaWriMo Post #1!!!

After my last brief, dramatic post...

I would like to announce that I am OK...

And i am DOING NaNoWriMo. I have a plot and everything!

Go me!

So i shall keepeth you posted throughout my crazy journey of November-ness!

Post #1: ZE PLOT.

Book title: My Hero

The plot is brief but a little awesome.

Patricia Christina Harriet Cobbler, or Peach (yes, she is called Peach Cobbler. Don't hate) wakes up one morning from a strange dream, aware that she owes her life to someone. At some point in her brief life of 15 years, she would have died, if someone hadn't saved her. She has no idea who, when, what or where. But the voice in the dream tells her she needs to be grateful.
Thus, terrified and curious at the same time, Peach sets out to find her 'hero', and along the way learns just who a hero is, and how many times someone has saved her life.


Onward! To November! No novels! To FREEEEDOM!!!!


: )

Friday, October 22, 2010

Today I Feel... a hysterical, miserable, terrified wreck who finds her current situation in life more unfair than words can say.



Wednesday, October 20, 2010

"...I've Been Feeling So Alone..."

It's true.


Well...history lesson time!

I was a shy kid. Like, REALLY shy.

So i never had any friends.

Than, one random day when i was 7, my family went to a homeschool picnic.

There, myself and this other girl tried to stop a younger girl we both knew from picking up dead mice with her bare hands (she wanted to bury them...animal lovers *rolls eyes* lol).

She went off with the dead mice (using a plastic bag and sticks...sheesh), leaving me and the other girl standing there.

We became bestest friends, even though i had to ask her what her name was again like 12 times : ). She lives over a thousand miles away and i hardly ever see her.

Fast forward to when i was 13...i met my next best friend! Our mothers met at church, and decided our enormous familes simply HAD to meet each other.

I was convinced i was NOT going to hit it off with the 'girl my age'.


Been best friends ever since. She lives over an hour away and i have seen her less frequently than ANY of my other friends, even though she lives the closest. Don't ask me how THAT works out.

Finally, like, the beginning of this year (don't ask me when...i can't remember. I went through an 'i hate my journal' phase and didn't write it down).

I met my first GUY best friend. I was told about him, and than ended up having a very awkard phone conversation with him for about 30 seconds about 2 months before i ever really MET him.

Blah blah blah...the rest is history and all that jazz. He lives over 200 miles away and i miss him like crazy.

And now, i am stuck here, sitting at my computer, wishing sooooo bad i could see ONE of these awesome best friends of mine.

I mean, i have other friends...but i'm not very close with them. They aren't people i scream hysterically when i see and suffocate (i mean...HUG) because i've missed them so much.

I get to see some friends tonight at Youth of which might become that sort of friend mentioned above : ).

But right now i'm just a little sad and lonely.


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Waffling Over NaNoWriMo

Ever heard of NaNoWriMo?

Well, if you haven't, that yonder link shall enlighten you.

Anyway.....last year, my older sister did this, and i was INSANELY jealous. I was like, "NO WAY!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME???"

So, this year, when on a forum somebody brought it up, in a spur of passion, my brain immediately said, "YES!!!!!"

I signed up.

I told everyone on said forum, "I AM DOING THIS!!!"

And than...

Reality sunk in.

Stupid reality...ruins my life every time.

Anyway...i realized, "What have i done!?!?! I don't have TIME! I don't know what I'll DO! Aw, MAN!!!...."


Sad, isn't it?

And here we are, more than halfway through October, AND I STILL CAN'T DECIDE!!!!!!!

I'm pathetic.

I mean, i already HAVE written novels! Several novels! Just...not in 30 days.

And when i say i don't have time, that's pretty true. I have plans for November! The 5th through the 7th I'll be gone, than there's Thanksgiving, than i have plans to sleepover and see a movie with a friend, and than there's school, and, oh yeah, my mother doesn't actually ALLOW me to go on the computer to write morning noon and night.

But i REEEEEALLY want to : (.

Such a torturous predicament.

What to do, what to do...?

I'll probably end up doing it ANYWAY.....and just not getting anywhere CLOSE to 50,000 words.

But that doesn't keep me from completely losing it over this minor and completely un-life-altaring decision.


Thursday, October 14, 2010

Working Title: Maniac Pursuit?

^^We'll work on that one.

Anyway, i had a new idea! FINALLY!

My muse seems to have least partially, from the Bahamas.

Very good of him.

And he (the Muse) seems to pop up in the STRANGEST places!
It was in the bathroom at church while i paused in a conversation with some people.

Amusingly, after the inspiration, when i returned to the group, they were discussing politics.

So, the inspiration is kind of connected to The Epic post i made earlier. My school assignment sparked MUCH amusment and inspiration for myself.

I have long been insanely jealous that the idea of having museum characters come to life was ALREADY THOUGHT UP by someone else *crabby face*. But it dawned on me that, while it would be cheesy to replicate the plot exactly, whose to say i can't use the idea???

So, the idea was that Roscoe (see The Epic) comes to life from cartoons, along with some other cartoon characters, mainly my own and my friends. My thought was that the book is both terrifying and amusing (Terrifying: little dogs coming at you with axes and hammers. Amusing: little dogs coming at you with axes and hammers).

The character based off of myself, being the Apprentice (hmph) would be the one to first discover this predicament. Then the Apprentice and the Expert (once again, see The Epic) would have to embark on a dangerous and amusing mission to vanquish cartoon-kind.

This book would be written, of course, solely to entertain myself and others : )

I want SO BADLY to right something around the same awesomeness as Rick Riordon (haha...dream on, me), but i have a feeling writing something FUN in the meantime would be good for my self-esteem.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

"...Because I Feel Like Such An Insomniac..."


I am VERY tired.

I haven't slept well at all the past two weeks.

And my body is starting to hate me.

This morning, for instance.

I awoke at 5:40 am and couldn't really get back to sleep.

I had even gone to bed EARLY last night to try and catch a few more Zs than usual.

And i slept GREAT...

Until 5:40 am.

When i did doze on and off this morning, i was plagued by strange dreams of my grandmother lamenting the loss of a rock at her workplace (apparently this was a really BIG, SPECIAL rock). Than my younger brother said something about pudding.

Around that time i woke up.

Dozed a little more.

Dragged my carcass out of bed.

Had my morning made by an e-mail from a friend.

Still tired.


Fortunately, i didn't have school today.

So i was allowed to be lazy and lay around the house moaning every so often.

However, i reeeeeally hope i sleep better tonight!

My older sister is getting sick of me being tired.

*Falls asleep*

Monday, October 11, 2010

Five Songs

I decided to take it upon myself to share with you five songs! One i love, one i hate, one amusing, one sad, and one strange.

1. Song I Love:
Contending for Deepest Voice (and best song!), Long Black Train, by Josh Turner! <3

2. Song I Hate:
World's stupidest song EVVVVER, She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy, by Kenny Chesney *gag*. Seriously, i H-A-T-E this song. So. Much.

3. Amusing Song:
Lyrically amusing, not to mention cute, Boys and Bugs by Poema!

4. Sad Song:
This song could ALSO be put under amusing because the music video is so funny, Till I Forget About You, by Big Time Rush. (The beginning of this video reminds me of your cartoon, Cartoon Drawing Buddy!)

5. And finally, Strange Song!
I actually kind of like this song.....except that its so....strange. The bridge is like, "WHA? Your singing COUNTRY, remember???" Stuck Like Glue, by Sugarland.

Thank you for listening to (or at least looking at the titles of) my five songs!

Friday, October 8, 2010

Here I SIT...

(Note that word SIT...doing nothing, idle...not exerting any effort...)

And lately i have been feeling round.

I also happen to be eating a small-ish plate of cheese and crackers.

Now, i am NOT FAT. 116.8 (according to the scale that always changes its mind) is not FAT.

But i'm starting to think i am (and, well....I AM) lazy, and i like to eat.

Scratch that:


Eating is on my list of favorite hobbies.

And so....i'm becoming ROUND.

Not bad round....just 'not perfectly smooth stomach' round.

And i know that is not a BAD thing...i'm fit enough. I carried my 32 pound baby brother around for about TWO HOURS today.

But still, vanity causes one to wonder if i few sit-ups (GAAAAA!!!) would REEEEALLY kill them.

I suppose there's always room for improvement.

And i'm not looking to even LOSE WEIGHT. Who cares? The scale is inaccurate, anyway!

No...i just want to look a little better.

Everyone wants that.

(I just finished those crackers...mmmm.....)

I think it could be scientifically proved that no women are really HAPPY with the way they look.

There's always ONE LITTLE THING.

I'll probably be really serious about this and go for a long jog every night...

For about 2.5 nights in a row.

Than i'll be ashamed, and EVENTUALLY start it up again.

And there's always that fun excersize doo-hickey down in the basement.

Nothing like working your nonexistent abs!

But, as i go back and forth on whether or not being round is even a BAD thing...

Where's that tube of crackers? Contentment is found in eating, not a growling stomach.

Whether or not that stomach is a little round ;-)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Happy Not Dating

I have never dated anyone in my life.

That actually makes me really happy.

I've heard a lot of hard and horrible breakup stories from friends who have dated.

And not that there IS something wrong with dating.

But I never have.

The main reason for that is because...I'm not allowed to.

My parents don't see any point in teenagers having deep, romantic relationships.

So that's reason #1.

#2, I have never WANTED to date.

Yes, there have been times when all I wanted was attention from the mysterious male race.

But dating?
Nah. What's the point? If you love someone, you love them regardless of whether or not you go out and see movies together.

If someone loves me, they will love me for me, and they won't be turned off because I don't date.

And if someone loves me, they would want to be my friend before they were my boyfriend, anyway.

I would want to be friends with someone before I loved them!
How can you love a perfect stranger?

Well, I suppose, if you were a perfect Christian (still working on that...) you would love everyone anyway.

You don't need to have the title 'girlfriend/boyfriend' to be loved.

So I'm very happy.


Very, very loved.


Saturday, October 2, 2010

My Blue Sweater

Today my mother went to a town hall garage sale and came back with this marvelous, soft, warm blue sweater--

Yeah, that's me laying dramatically on the back porch.

Anyway, this sweater is so awesome, it even inspired a photo-shoot of its own.

These pictures go with my crazy idea of making a music video for the amazing song Blue Sweater.

Today was so beautiful, these pictures turned out GREAT.

Thank you to M&M for taking them!

The Epic

If you are ever forced to write an Epic in the syle of Virgil for school, know that I feel your pain.

However, it did have its merits.

Here is the one and only epic i have ever written.


The Epic of Ooze

Sing to me muse of the epic,
The tale of the cartoon,
The tale of them who braved the Forest of Viscous Ooze,
Sledgehammer of death and doom.
The two maidens, Clare of the Little Red Riding Hood, and
Taylor Swift of the Golden Locks,
Meandering through the Forest of viscous Ooze.
Taylor, goddess most radiant and fair, strumming her
Enchanted guitar of love song, filling the oozy woods
With Angelic Song, singing Fifteen and
Dubbing her mortal companion a ‘red-haired Abigail’.
Clare scrambled behind, avoiding vial ooze with every step,
Envying Devine Taylor, whom the ooze didn’t dare touch.
It was as Taylor’s melodious voice hit the final
Glorious notes of Fifteen, all terror dropped from the trees.
Teeth bared, glinting with evil, dreadful hammer poised to
Squash, he descended upon them, yapping madly.
Clare screamed and coward behind the goddess, who,
Unafraid, strumming Fearless, stood before the beast,
Her golden heels planted in the soil.
“Roscoe!” she said. “Foul beast—though terribly cute to behold—
How dare you cross my path?!”
“You lead a mortal through my domain! I have all right
To crunch her beneath my hammer
And delight in her demise!”
“Never!” Taylor cried. “I have promised to lead her safely
Through thy vial oozy woods!” She turned than to
Cowering Clare.
“Maiden! Lowly mortal! We must run! I shall guide thee!”
They took off through the trees and ooze,
The monster at their heels, hammer flying.

But alas! Poor Clare! Taylor, goddess of Radiance and Music
Quickly forgot her and left her behind, sprinting off,
The wind snatching away the strains of You Belong With Me.
Alone in a forest full of ooze, terrified and hungry,
Clare sat against a tree, wrapped herself in her red cloak, and wept.
Suddenly, there came a noise from behind—
The terrible thud of an approaching hammer!
Clare screamed loudly, waiting for the crunch of her bones
Beneath Roscoe’s weighty hammer.
But no hammer squashed her…
A voice came yelling, “TIMBER!”
Clare sprang up, as the tree she had sat against
Suddenly fell over! And behind it stood
The woodcutter! “Steve!” Clare cried.
“Clare!” he said. “What are you doing in Minnesota?”
“Tis a terribly long tale…but my plight is your fault! Roscoe,
Foul beast of your creating, is loose—
And after me to crush me with his hammer!”
“Oh…dear,” said Steve. “My apologies…I had thought Roscoe was
Contained safely back home!”
Clare grabbed his hand. “Come—we’ll have to stop him and
Get him back where he belongs—in comic strips!”
They set off together through the Forest of Ooze
To capture Roscoe of the Sledgehammer.

They did not have to look very long—
Roscoe was a speedy little dog with a hammer.
He sprang on them with wild violence
And loud evil laughter.
“Halt!” Steve cried, wielding his axe.
“You!” Roscoe snarled. “Go away! I’m playing!” and
With that, he grabbed Clare and ran off with
Her screaming hysterically over his shoulder.

It was not long after this that Taylor Swift reappeared,
Singing Tim McGraw. She nearly trampled over Steve,
Who sat on a log, sadly wondering what to do.
“What’s this?” Taylor said. “A miserable wood-cutter—
Ah, I know who it is!” And she began playing Hey Stephen.
“Go away!” Steve said. “Can’t you see I’m thinking and miserable?”
“Oh, quite plainly,” Taylor replied. “But no matter. Have
You seen a short, funny red-haired maiden wandering about? I seem
To have misplaced her in my exuberance,”
“That’s Clare!” Steve cried. “She’s been captured by Roscoe!”
Taylor shrugged her shoulders, her goddess eyes fluttering. “How
Sad…she was nice.”
“No…you must help me save her!” he replied angrily.
“Must I?” Taylor asked. “I would so rather perform a concert in
The romantic ruins of Troy!”
“Yes, you must,” Steve replied.
“Very well,” Taylor replied. “Onward!” She began playing
White Horse very dramatically.

Following the path of smashed wreckage,
It did not take Taylor Swift of the Golden Locks and
Steve the Woodcutter long to catch up with Roscoe.
“Whahahaha!” Roscoe’s cackle sounded through the trees.
Taylor Swift, divine goddess that she was, had no trouble alighting on a cloud
And hiding herself and Steve high in the treetops.
“Where is the mortal?” Taylor wondered. “Has your funny
Cartoon dog eaten her or something?”
“No…there she is!” Steve replied. “Tied to that rock down there!”
“Ah, yes,” Taylor replied. “She looks rather miserable. And she’s
covered in slime…yuck!”
“Focus, Taylor!” Steve said. “We must save her!”
Taylor strummed quietly on her guitar, thinking for a
Moment. She smiled. “I’ve got it!” And with that,
She kicked Steve out of the tree.
Clare and Roscoe both looked up as, from the heavens dropped
A rather distressed-looking wood-cutter. “Steve!” Clare screeched.
Fortunately, Taylor, being a goddess, used her divine power to propel Steve right
Into Roscoe, thus squashing and containing him.
“Ouch!” Roscoe yelped indignantly, most uncomfortable.
“Harrah!” Taylor Swift cried, descending from the trees. “I have
Saved the day!” She played Our Song triumphantly.
As soon as disheveled Steve could move again, Roscoe was
Quickly contained within a sketch book for later use, squealing
And complaining loudly, while Taylor released Clare from her chains.
“You may now both bow and offer me sacrifice in gratitude!” Taylor
Swift said, strumming the opening chords of Love Story.
Reluctantly, Clare and Steve applauded for the goddess.
“Now!” Taylor cried. “I still must keep my promise to lead
The mortal maiden through this ooze-filled forest! Come, Clare
Of the Little Red Riding Hood, and Steve the Woodcutter, if you
Care to join us!”
“Let’s get it over with,” Clare said, dragging even more
Reluctant Steve after her.
And so, the triumphant trio, divine Taylor Swift in the lead,
Marched onward to freedom, daylight, and departure from
The Forest of Viscous Ooze!

The End.