this is the post that never ends

because I constructed it over the course of a week or so; it's February sixth today. Lawl. I had three snow days last week on account of the EPIC BLIZZARD we had. Which makes me vereh happeh, cuz I didn't at all feel like goin' to school on any of those days. Yaay, blizzard.

Here's that huge stack of sketching I promised y'all. This isn't even all of it, but I was getting tired of waiting to scan the rest, so here's most of 'em.

When I get stressed about homework or whatever, stuff like this happens. My head people get stressed too. I was trying something, and it wasn't supposed to look like this, but I'm not complaining. I think it's one of my faeryn ladies from Portals. It must be. Look at all that hair. That, my friends, is a hot mess.
And then there was Lizby stuff. Lots of it all over the place. I imagine little Silence will actually be quite pretty when she gets older, see?

And Ben Lander is as girly and schizophrenic as ever. Even when he was a little kid, he was girly and schizophrenic. *hugs the little blighter*

And you've seen Fiera before, but this is a better picture of the front of her, despite the lopsidedness.

And lookit, I think Tears just had some sort of brilliant idea. Gaw, that kid is messed up.

Hokay, on to more randomer thingies. I dunno who this faerie dude is. I know nothing about him except that he is smirking at you.

Say hello to Shoal. He lives in my room cuz he's just that awesome. His door wouldn't stick to my bookcase without some serious coaxing. But I love him because he stops Irk and Tide from getting into TOO many fights. All he has to do is make epic puppy faces at them, and they stop. Like magic.

No, I have no clue who this is. Some androgynous Asian person with a mysterious tattoo/birthmark thing on his/her neck. *helpless shrug* See, this is what my brain throws up when it's had enough history homework for one day.

And this happened because we were talking about industrialization in history class, and I was like STEAMPUNK HECK YESSSS and this person suddenly popped out of my pencil and quite startled Godfather, who made the mistake of sitting next to me and was all like WHERE DID THAT THINGLADY COME FROM??! Whatevah, I liketh her boots.

This is Damien. I have a feeling you've never met him before. Gaw, what a terrible first impression. Quit slouching, kid! He's the one who went ahead and fell in love with a dead person, 'member I told you guys about that? At least, I think I did. And he has an actual BODY and stuff, omg wut!

Designing exercise for metalsmithing class. This class makes me happeh cuz all you do is draw and set things of fire and bang on stuff. Best ever.

Project sketches for abovementioned class. When I get the actual ring done, y'all can see it and stuff.

So, you nerdy people, d'you know what Mole Day is? Anyway, the science club at school asked me to design a t-shirt for their Mole Day celebration, and the theme was Moles of the Carribean. Hence this monstrositeh.

Weirdest thing. I scribbled with a pen on this piece of paper to see if it was working, and the scribble turned into a flower, which stuck itself in this person's hair, and then there was this person looking all worried like she was on death row or something, so yeah I'll just stop now.

Mr. S. has this voice that's really nice to listen to. Makes me want to scribble random crap whenever I hear him talk. I want this necklace, by the by.

Went and saw Tron with Spud and the grandaddy; yeah, I grant you, the effects were cool. Way cool. *drools over light cycles and glowy frizbee weapons of doom... you have NO IDEA* But the plot - ha, what plot? - the nonexistent plot was... nonexistent. Ha.

And now we get to the good stuff. Like Thaelen and his messed-up face. Every time I see this, I dislike it more. Although I'm still quite fond of his HAIR. I tried something on his nose that I will clearly never try again, because it makes him look rather evil.

Oh yeah, this has no relevance to anything whatsoever. I like Batman. So does this gap-toothed kid, I guess. *stares absently at the ceiling* This kind of thing happens when I'm not paying attention (in class. Ahem.)

No, I don't know what happened. Some people popped out of my pencil and started kissing. As if their lives depended on it. You know how that is, right?

Mmkay, better save some for later, I think. This post is getting retarded.

Just a heads up, people: if you've read the book Dorian Gray, and you're planning on seeing the 2009 film adaptation, CANCEL THOSE PLANS IMMEDIATELY because that movie is one of the most odious, terrifying, gore-soaked, inappropriate things I've ever seen in my entire life. Seriously, it will RUIN your brain. I've taken to sleeping with a pistol on my bedside table, and that's only when I can actually sleep. Gaah, don't watch it, guys. It's awful.

On a happier note, I got to see Inception again, with the rest of the fam this time, and remembered how much I love it, especially the soundtrack, and the zero-g ninja skills, and Cobb's melt-your-corneas adorable children, and Arthur everything, and Eames and his creeping, and the psycho wife/murderess and EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT ACTUALLY. But most especially the soundtrack.

And now I want to see Bridge to Terabithia again because we saw a lovely production of it at the Coterie and they used a real live puppy and it was way beyond awesome. And then they did little short spoof of the show afterward and I laughed until I was in pain. Gaah, so much fun.

My hands are cold. I'm done now.

Commander Kip

"Quick, gimme a kiss." *does* "They're still looking at us." "Yeah, it was worth a try."

Normal is overrated!