My birthday!

Today I’m a full year older!

To celebrate my birthday, next week I’m going to have a HUNGER GAMES/COOKIE (Yes, cookie) PARTY!

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, which you probably do, I’ll tell you,

Ahem,

The Hunger Games part: WE’RE GOING TO THE MOOOOVIEEEE! YAAAAAY!

The cookie part: I like cookies! I’m having a cookie-cake (WITH THE MOCKINGJAY ON IT!) and I’m going to bake some cookies, too.

If you STILL have no idea what I’m talking about, The Hunger Games is a series (a trilogy, in fact) by the most awesome person in the world, Suzanne Collins. You don’t know what kind of book you like until you read The Hunger Games.

Here’s a link.

ANYWAY, I’m trying to reread all three books before the movie, which isn’t a problem for me, I read fast. I’m in the middle of Catching Fire right now. (Just met Finnick)

Obviously, I’m totally, completely, incurably obsessed with this series. And, before you ask, my favourite character is Haymitch.

I have nothing else to say right now, so…

Happy Hunger Games!

And may the odds be ever in you favor!

Violet, blue, and silver

I was sick yesterday. I spent most of Mass in the cry room, laying down 0n the pew with my coat as a pillow. A woman brought me some water and a box of tissues, which I appreciated. But there were two specific people there who made me considerably less miserable. One was about two years old, the other had probably just gotten the hang of walking.

The two-year-old smiled and waved at me, the baby stood in front of me, tearing bits off of tissues and handing them to me, then tried to run off with my glasses. It’s impossible to put the happiness I felt into words.

Also, I’ve given up internet for Lent. Everything but my blog, email (but no chat), and Wikipedia. No stupid, time-wasting YouTube videos, computer games, or personality quizzes.

But iTunes isn’t internet.

Also, I can’t keep going with only posting on Sundays. I’m too forgetful. I have an idea for a post on Wednesday, forget to write it down, then I forget the idea by Sunday.

It’s quite frustrating. That’s why I’ve stopped.

Don’t you hate people who talk like, “omg lol i hav 2 go 2 the stor cu l8r!!!!!” And post that on their BLOG? Not necessarily that, but still! No offense to people who do talk like that. (But I doubt they’d be reading this blog anyways.)

I’m unlikely to put a particularly long blog post, as you are probably able to tell by now, and this seems long enough to me.

And so, I finish with a totally random question:

What’s your favourite colour?

Changing the subject

The most frustrating thing in my life is being able to draw animals well enough to make up my own and draw them convincingly, but then filling up ten pages of my sketchbook with scratched-out attempts at the same human. I can’t even draw manga.

Quite frustrating.

I’m also very picky about pencils. To the point where I won’t even USE a pencil unless it’s Ticonderoga brand. I’m picky about everything, really. I like my pizza to have stretchy, melty cheese and juicy sauce. I retie both my shoes if one isn’t tight enough. I read first person books set either in the future or in a different world. I refuse to wear anything that’s any shade of pink. I could go on.

I’ve been called by a lot of people (including yours truly) the pickiest person in the world. I’ve also been called a hipster. And I don’t disagree with that, either.

I doubt you’ve heard of Poko Lambro, or Andy McKee, or Audiomachine, or Two Steps From Hell, and I doubt you’ve heard any Owl City besides Fireflies, or any Foster The People besides Pumped Up Kicks.

I’m really just writing down thoughts as I think them. How come I can write so well about myself, but fail at writing about anything else?

Quite frustrating.

By the way, if you want to know anything about any kind of bird, I will happily go on about them for two hours.

Why is it that I talk to people only when they ask me a question, but pour out everything on my blog?

Anyone who knows what autism is would probably know I have it.

This is starting not to make any sense. I should stop.

I’m off to fangirl about The Hunger games and doodle the characters obsessively.

Au revoir, mon amis!

 

Well, then…

Played Portal. Hated it. Too nerve-wracking. I don’t like video games.

Don’t hate me! I’ll still like your nerdy Portal jokes! (you know who you are…)

Happy New Year!

IT’S 2012! THE WORLD IS GOING TO END!

No, I don’t think so.

Anyhoo, happy New Year, everyone! My New Year’s resolution is not to have a New Year’s resolution. I’m doing pretty good so far.

We went to a pizza restaurant last night (which we rarely do, due to the family of eight) and looked at some epic Christmas lights

At the restaurant it seemed to be a requirement that all employees have really awesome hair. There was a man with, as Trixie happily pointed out, bright green hair. There was also a guy who had hair so long that we couldn’t see his face.

I don’t really have anything else to say.

What’s your New Year’s resolution?

ohoholookiewhatisthis?

An ACTUAL Christmas post! Sorry it took so dang long, I had to go to a Christmas party that was on St. Stephen’s Day.

Time for presents!

I got an awesome Owl City T-shirt and so did Kaylee. We were going to wear them to the party and compare them, but then we saw each other and discovered that we had the same shirt!

A sparklyshiny owl necklace with a clock. By far one of my favourites.

A little shoulder purse with an owl pattern on it. (OMGITSSOCUTEWITHTHELITTLEEYESANDTHELITTLEFEET)

Oil pastels and a pad to draw with them on.

A creeper T-shirt that says “Creepers gonna creep.”

A book series called Guardians of Ga’Hoole that I’ve been dying to read.

And my favourite…

*drumroll*

PRISMACOLORS!

PENCILS! CLOLOUR BLENDERS! FANCY SHARPENERS!

THEY’RE PRISMACOLOR PENCILS! THEY’RE WHAT I WANTED!

YAAAAAAAY! *explodes*

 

Ahem. I’m a pencil geek fanatic.

Anyway, I got more than that, I just listed a few things.

I’m going to go play with my pencils, now.

 

BYEEEE!

Christmas Eve Eve

Yup, it’s the day before Christmas Eve, making it Christmas Eve Eve.

I’m not talking about many presents because everyone I got presents for reads this blog. I AM, however, going to say that I’m making dairy-free cookies for my grandmother’s Christmas party because my little cousin Finn (who can’t read so why would he read my blog?) is lactose intolerant. I’m using coconut oil to replace the butter, we tested out this recipe. It was awesome.

So… Surprise, Finn!

Mehwy Kwissmuss, evewywun!

Artist

What would your reaction be if I told you I was an artist?

The most common is:

“Could I look at some of your work?”

I show them my sketchbook.

“Could you draw me?”

So there I am, stuck there with a sketchbook under my arm and a pencil behind my ear. People seem to think I can just whip out a pad and pencil and draw whatever, but I can’t. Those who can are not pure artists.

A pure artist pays attention to his surroundings. Those who think they’re artists look at something once and draw from memory.

Now, I’m just talking about drawing. Anyone can be an abstract artist.

The point is:

QUIT WITH THE “DRAW ME! DRAW ME!” SERIOUSLY, IT’S ANNOYING.

 

Guess what?

When you put your glasses on for the first time, you realize exactly how farsighted you are.*

That’s right, I officially wear glasses, and they’re like, an inch thick. I had no idea I was so blind. My eyes look about twice as big.

I can’t think of anything else to say.

 

*Except if you’re nearsighted, then farsighted glasses wouldn’t help in the least.

 

O Christmas tree…

Every year, there’s something truly magical about the Christmas tree. The anticipation starts the day it’s announced that it will be put up. Visions of the sparkling lights dance in our minds. The tree gets plugged in, and it’s warm glow is more beautiful then we remembered! But, this year, there’s one problem:

 

The lights won’t come on! D’:

In other news, we chopped apart a broken couch with an axe today.

Edit: We got new lights, these ones come on.