1 - pass, time.

   A month ago today, the day after Christmas, I saw Les Mis with my dad. It snowed when we left the theater. It snowed hard. The sky was yellow. The going was slow. The air was cold, the shops were closed, and the atmosphere of the night was magical. I didn't realize this until later, when I looked back on the night. I miss it. It was lovely.

   I have so many cherished memories from last year. I wish I could fall asleep and relive those memories over and over again - falling in love with Doctor Who in January, seeing all my old Hunger Games friends in March, lazing around in the summer and visiting the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, reading Homestuck from September to December. Those few days before Christmas - that limbo between exams and vacation - were particularly wonderful. 

   So here's to fond memories.

   Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads.

   Here's to them, and here's to you.

   Drink with me to days gone by.

   Could it be you fear to die?

   Will the world remember you when you fall? 

   Could it be your death means nothing at all?

   Is your life just one more lie?

   Drink with me to days gone by.

   To the life that used to be.

Brief Les Mis shpeel there, sorry.

just some huge art

This took me a really long time. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight.

no title

if i don't use proper grammar, it means something is seriously wrong.

sitting here alone.

i tried texting her.

four times.

no reply.

i wonder if she misses me.

i hope she's having fun with her wonderful, marvelous, sparkly boyfriend at homecoming tonight. so much fun that it won't hurt as much when she finally turns around and realizes that i'm not there anymore, no longer waiting behind her, waiting for her to come back me.

no, i'm not that loyal. i'm not that patient.




it hurts to forget.

they can't if you don't let them.

Sometimes you just need to post a good song. Or two. Or three. A Fine Frenzy's new album is just really amazing, okay? :) 

They Can't If You Don't Let Them

It's Alive

Pinesong

These are my favorites. The last one is really long, but beautiful. So yeah.

1-10-12: brown paper packages, young revolutionaries

   When I arrived home from school yesterday, there was a very large parcel waiting at my door. It was addressed to me. I ran inside with it and ripped it open while my mom was still getting out of the car. Inside the box was something moderately large and heavy and rectangular, wrapped in greenish-white paper. It was from Barnes and Noble. I ripped off the packaging to find this:

   The Art of Rise of the Guardians! It's this huge book with a ton of concept art from the film. It's really fascinating and gorgeous. I wanted it for Christmas, but I had forgotten about it. Apparently, it's a late gift from my aunt. Thank you, marvelous aunt! <3

There is some really fantastic, inspirational art in here. Lots of really cool sketches of the characters and colorful paintings of backgrounds and CGI models of things. When I first opened it, I skimmed through the book, but then I went to the table of contents and searched for Jack, of course. :3 His concepts are really interesting. I would have taken some pictures to put on here, but I was too lazy, so here are some photos from Google Images. 

    I think that I might enter a piece of Jack Frost into the Art Extravaganza this year. There are some gorgeous paintings in the book, an I might do one in this sort of color chip style. I haven't had much painting experience, so we'll have to see. I wonder if they accept digital art…?

   Speaking of digital art, I finished my drawing of Enjolras. :D

   I had issues with his clothing, which is why his outfit is so simple. But I did try my best to make him look like Aaron Tveit. :3 His hair was the bane of my life for a while there. I'm glad this is finally finished. Now I'm working on a drawing of Rose Lalonde.There will also be more Les Mis art coming. Muahaha. 

Now I leave you with a quote, because I've been forgetting to do that recently. From Enjolras: "Who cares about your lonely soul?!" I think that sums up his soullessness pretty well. xD

  

1-6-13: more art and some enjolfabulous

Here's Jade Harley and Becquerel. If I ever get a large white dog with pointy ears, I will name it Becquerel. 

Ugh, her foot is going to annoy me forever. It looks like a squashed pickle. *note to self: learn how to draw feet properly**note to self: learn how to shade properly* *note to self: learn how to do art*

I'm going to draw the boys from the barricade next. It shall be fun. I started a drawing of Enjolras. It's a bit of a close-up, and I'm using a specific color palette. This one, to be exact:

I was really sick yesterday, but I'm better today. School starts tomorrow and I am not ready. Bio quiz Tuesday. Gotta finish my Christmas blogs. How can I continue to write Christmas blogs if it's no longer Christmas?

On a better note, I found this fabulous gif.

Let's just not talk about the old Spiderman franchise. Or the fact that school is starting tomorrow.

Maybe this gif would be more appropriate.

Yes. That gif is more appropriate.

Can I just say that I find that gif reallly funny, though? Because the Doctor just opens his mouth like a whale or something and the woman just bounces over to him.

Now that we're on a gif tangent, here are some of Enjolras. Bask in his glory.

 That third one would technically be considered a gif of Aaron Tveit, not Enjolras. So there is that.

Okay, now this one. See the face he makes? I freeze-framed it for your convenience.

This needs to be my new icon. For everything.

Okay, that's the end of my gif tangent. Now I'll go mourn the end of vacation.

1-1-12: year new

(Sorry that this is late. Also, sorry my Christmas blogs aren't in order. :/)

Happy new year! Whoo. Congrats on surviving the end of the world. My achievements from last year involve being represented by a piece of confetti at the olympic games, and that's about it. I have this jar, and every time something nice happens this year I'm going to write it down and put it in the jar. Then on New Year's Eve I'll take them all out and read them.

I wish it was the beginning of Christmas break instead of the end.

I went out in the snow today, which is still here, and took some photos. Now darkness is falling. It is the first darkness of 2013, in a way.

Today we went to that amazing Chinese restaurant again. I ate some sushi. I now know that I do not like sushi. It was fiendishly chewy and sticky, which is awful for a person bearing a full set of braces. The little marshmallow-chocolate squares were delicious, though.

I keep thinking back to last Wednesday, when we had just seen Les Mis and were driving along as it snowed. I wish I could go back to that moment and stay there forever.

I'm going now to write some more of Half. I think I might turn it into a full-length novel. I'm changing the name to Wind Down, for the moment. Not wind as in the stuff that smacks you in the face when you step outside during a snowstorm, but wind as in winding a clock. I started writing ideas for it in my Epic Project Moleskine notebook, and I already have three full pages of ideas and many more to come. The story is unfolding itself wonderfully, unlike my NaNoWriMo, which had to be forced to reveal its secrets.

Now I leave you with one small line from "Sadseasong", by A Fine Frenzy: "Down, down, how I miss you now."