a belated picture post

So today is actually Saturday (shhhhhh), but I'm setting the day to Friday and posting anyway because I feel kind of bad about not posting for two weeks in a row, so this post will be made up of (some of) the things I've been drawing lately. 


they're on my tumblr as well, if you're so interested.


Enjoy.

School Tomorrow Is Making Me Want to D: D: D: D: D:

WE HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW.
NOOOOOOGH. (*cue sobbing*)
This is very unsatisfying to me.
So unsatisfying, in fact, I cannot possibly focus on anything else besides how miserable I am about returning to the cruel cruel cruel world of annoying cliques, letter grades, evil teacher[s], and slang terms I still don't really understand that is high school.

After hearing me whine about my hatred for school and my blogger's block, a friend suggested I draw something for the blog.

... I did.

Actually, I drew it in the past ten minutes, and I'm only just getting to the word portion of this post now. But you wouldn't know that if I told you! Wow! Um, blogging magic!

Let me tell you a little bit about what I drawded.

This is a pig. Her name is Jessie The Pig. She has a kind heart and periwinkle eyes that sparkle. She lives with me. The sky is orange because it is very late at night (or veryyyy early in the morning I guess is more accurate), and the sky gets weirdly but prettily orange here at that time. She's smiling because she likes the orangey sky.

The funnest part of Jessie The Pig to draw was her tail. Her tail is curly.

While looking for the file of Jessie The Pig, I found this lovely image:

Whoaaa what in the gosh darned heck is that?

It's the Rosette Nebula! Look how pretty it is!

We had our first Science Olympiad invitational of the year yesterday, and one of the ~~*surprise events*~~ I received late Tuesday night (just part of the fun of being an alternate woohoo three four [SUPER SURPRISE EVENT] events in fourish days) was Astronomy. One of the things I was frantically searching while sobbing on Google was this sexilicious nebula. Cool, right. Right. Very cool. How cool? So cool. Yes.

Umm, yeah. That's about all I did this week.
Cry over school, draw stuff, and stare at pretty stars in the name of science.

Well, that just about wraps up this week's episode of

~ House's Exciting Life! ~

With all due respect,
House.

P.S. Happy Chinese New Year! Yay! Xin nian kuai le! 新年快乐！Woohoo, celebration!

Sorry to Ruin the Winter Cheer

I noticed that xiy has posted the winter holidays banner...it made me feel slightly guilty that I'm completely not feeling the happiness. Why? Because

TODAY IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE

Yes. That's why.

Let me start off my story (my, lotsa stories there's been) with an explanation: Yesterday, it snowed so bloody much, I thought there was gonna be a *SNOW DAY* today.

A corner of our backyard. With a wisteria.

Ha! My face is pixelated. I love playing with Photoshop. Me+fence door+lights

 

 

As you can see, it was pretty...I was happy yesterday... Anyways, so I really was hoping for a snow day...but today, not a snow day got progressively worse.

*#*#*

EVENTS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER:

1. I wake up at 7:50. School starts in 10 minutes. I panic, rush out of bed, brush teeth, throw on clothes, rush out door.

2. Forgot lunch, run back in, get lunch.

3. Forgot keys, run back in, get keys.

4. Rush to school, see xiy's dad point to indicate xiy is long gone...DUH. This irritates me as I am still in a sleepy/panicky stupor.

5. Goes to 1st period. Math. Takes math test. Fails math test. (I'm not even kidding. Math teacher calls me up after 10 minutes of grading, asks, "What happened?" I've gotten all the problems on the last page: WRONG)

6. Goes to 2nd period. French. Gets told that store project thingy is next week...Is irritated

7.Goes to 3rd period. Global Studies. Does stupid worksheets in stupid class filled with stupid people who ask stupid questions and can't answer any other way but stupidly to stupid crossword puzzles. 

          Where was the first atomic bomb dropped in Japan? Stupid Person: Uhhh...Tokyo? Me: NO. Stupid   

          Person: Shanghai? Me: THAT'S IN CHINA YOU STUPID PERSON!!!

          What happened to the US in the Pacific that caused the US to declare war on Japan? Stupid Person: 

          Uhmmm...WWII? Me: NO. Stupid Person: They shot the president? Me: NO. Stupid Person: The  

          D-Day Invasion? Me: NO YOU STUPID PERSON, THAT WAS IN NORMANDY!!!!

8. Goes to 4-5th period. Orchestra. Director informs everyone that the trip to France picture is being taken today. Wear black. (I'm wearing bright purple with white stripes)

9. Goes to lunch. *sigh* peace...

10. Goes to 7-8th period. Science. Idiot teacher TinRabbit tells everyone: "That super-huge-outline-you-stayed-up-the-whole-night-finishing-and-then-failed-your-math-test-because-of? It's not due until tomorrow."

11. Goes to 9th period. English. Nothing, really...

12. Goes to 10th period. Gym. Gets picked to be on a stereotypical black ppl team. Rowdy, cussing, competitive, thinks Asians are useless. Gets pushed around by a fat bitch on said team. Screamed at by team captain: Arrogant, stupid, obnoxious, skinny-jean-wearing, ugly-butt, disgusting, stinky brat (boy). "You just standin' there lookin' retarded!" Loses to all other teams. Loses the Win-a-Popsicle round. Doesn't get popsicle for 4th day in a row.

13. Goes to crew practice. Dies of exhaustion. But fun. :)

14. Goes home. Freezing. Turns on heater.

15. Parents come home. Dad still giving silent treatment.

16. Eat dinner. After dinner, dad yells about how I should just quit the Middle School Science Olympiad team cuz I don't practice. Also cuz the teachers had high expectations, thought I was good enough to come back and help. Dad says that I should tell them I quit because I'm not good enough. I suck. I suck at life, I suck at school, I suck at not being fat as a pig for slaughter, I suck at running, I suck at crew, I suck at committing to things, I suck at this, I suck at that..etc.

17. Goes upstairs, feeling very, very, very depressed, angry, sad, hurt...etc. Mom yells at me for talking to her funny(I didn't), tells me to go downstairs and make brownies for my dad. I ask why, she yells at me for being nosy...?

18. End of the day...If all of my wishes had come true for today, a lot of people would be dead or tortured.

19. Writes post...goes over day...feel awful.

*#*#*

 More pictures from yesterday! (trying to force myself to be happy here)

Another look..See the specks of snow on the camera lens?

My hand is on the ground. You can barely see the top of the snow!

*#*#*

THEME WEEK!

YAY! It's another theme week! (Oh gosh, my posts become so long)

Here's a story in my diary that I wrote on March 9th when I was in 3rd grade...Yes. I know the date. I wrote it in my diary...

Copied exactly, no changes at all:

Story (Cindellian*

                           Ellian Genine**

Once upon a time there was a princess who loved a prince but her father would not allow it. "BUT FATHER I love him!" "NO!" Knock Knock "Your Magessty.*** You have a message From King Hall and Queen Senia." "You are invited to dinner." So when King Genine (her father) left she sneaked off with her beloved and got married. King Genine was actually quite happy! "I love You" was what Ellian told Mike her husband.

The End

*This was completely scribbled out with purple gelpen

**This was written approximately in that place relative to the title in purple gelpen

***The extra "s" was scribbled out.

The purple stuff is where I started to write in purple ink. The gray is when I wrote with pencil...

Hope you enjoyed my professionally written story!

Luv, Lynda

P.S. Greek tomorrow....*groan*

Play-Doh Is Back!

Before you get all excited, I just want to let you know that I am extremely sleep deprived and that this post won't be as awesome as I had earlierly [I need to sleep] expected. But please enjoy:

Yo! What's up,dog? My name is Gangsta-Doh because I am a gangter made out of Play-Doh.I am so cool, yo. Sadly, some you nerds aren't cool, so it is my mission to turn you into gangsters. It took a while before I became one, but I'm the coolest of them all...

Where it says "in case you..." it should say "in case you get lost or forget your name".

This here is Gangsterus, a Roman whom I have transformed. Notice the grill(us) up on his teeth. This is super cool and swagger-y. Also, Gangsterus is wearing an XXL toga size (that is not a date). His sash is sagging and he is wearing two bullae (necklaces that little boys wear...normally only one, though). He also has a super gangsta tattoo with his gang name (SPQR) on it. With his sandals he is wearing socks. I think that means he's got swagger.

This is Captain Gangsta. He is wearing an outfit meant for women, but he pulls it off: Apple Bottom Jeans and Boots Wit Da Fur. He used to have an XXL white tee, but pirates wash their clothes in pee so it's a bit discolored. You can't really tell, but he also has a shutter shade eye-patch and has bedazzled his hook. Notice the careful positioning of his hat, about 50 degrees, and his nice smile. Also, if you're a gangsta, the rum is never gone. But rum is bad...don't drink it! And remember: if you can't wear bling, bedazzling is pretty much the same*.

My last client is Pa-aw's second cousin three times removed and also his brother. Notice the large white flannel shirt (it's almost no different than regular tees)and his sagging overalls. Also, his only tooth is a gold one to show off his bling. Now, this guy isn't as rich as most of us gangsters, so instead of wearing gold chains, he just took some corn stalks (not poo corn) and draped it over his neck. This works fine, as long as the corn isn't poo corn. Lastly, notice his Timberland boots. These boots are a signature gangster apparel choice and are great for the farm.

Teddy bears are the most gangsta thing around.

AAAH! This is what happens when violence occurs.

Momo's brand new Play-Doh.

And again.

Momo made this in kindergarten. I don't think her artistic abilities have improved too much...

 Rules of a Gangsta:

1. Always kiss your mommy good night.
2. Never drink. ** Or break rules.
3. Have a gang sign: Good examples are the Nerdfighter sign and love signs like the ones on the right.
4. Your clothes gotta look good; this means, where the clothes that I have because I'm the gangsterest person ever.
5. Keep your gang members close and your teddy bear closer.
6. Have a good handshake. Patty-cake is a good start.
7. Listen to gangster music. Songs like "I love you, you love me" by Barney are super fly.
8. Don't use dirty words like dirt, poop, fart, or hate.

 Like I said, I am very tired. Hopefully a better Play-Doh post will come one day and I will be able to live up to the Hillbilly standards.

Hi. That's a secret.

-Momo

*It's funny, apparently "bling" is not a word, but "bedazzle" is.

** Well, water is okay.

Oooh. Pretty

I was introduced to "Flurrious" by Virgil. So I thought, oooh, fun. I went to find other things like Flurrious, and out popped this cool place. I have made many pictures, for this post! They are of the Curly Fries' names. In the color of their posts. In order by day. Hope you like it. (cuz I took a really long time at this.) Though, there are some really cool pictures some people have done. I don't have the skillz for it...Enjoy!

Momo:

 

xiy:

Carrie:

Oops. Sorry, all the names I have time for...oooh, perfect. I did 3. I think I'll do the other 3 names next week..ok! YAY! I found a solution. It's a cliffhanger!

Greek 2morrow. cya, g'night,(i'm still really sleepy)

Luv,

Lynda

P.S. I'm going to Pittsburgh tomorrow! YAY! FUN! (for crew regatta)

P.P.S. It seems you can cross off Pittsburgh as the Curly Fries abode too.

My Post THat IS MADE up OF COMICS

Hello. Continuing my eternal search for sleep...I have decided that this post shall be made up of comics, about...what else? SLEEP!

I wish I were as lucky as old people. People expect them to doze off!

My therapist would be like, "It's been 2 consecutive days, and you've only slept a total of 8 hours???!!!"

Nggg...Wish I could do that.

I KNOW, RIGHT? Wait, silk sheets? Good grief...That's one rich bear....I'm gonna be her one of these days.

As hard as it is to believe, when you're so sleepy that you've reached a certain point, this does happen.

Sorry if it's blurry. It was originally really small. Isn't it cute though? It kinda reminds me of how xiy draws her people...A bit.

SO! CUTE!

Ahhh... Drunk kitty.

I have Greek tomorrow. I am done for the night. G'night people!

Zzzzz,

Zynda...

P.S. My newly found abs (OMIGOSH I THINK I HAVE SOME) hurt like hell....Gahhh......PAIN!!!! My biceps (I HAVE THEM TOO!!!!) hurt also...My neck hurts (I already knew I had one. Do YOU HAVE ONE?)

wAHt a BorIN' but BUSY life I HAVe...

Hullo. I'm incredibly sleepy right now. I'm going to type another 5 sentences or so, and then fall onto my bed(conveniently placed adjacent to my desk...HA! I use math vocab...) I have this animated water persona right now...It's very cool...I fell asleep during math class...I'm serious! I did. I fell asleep for like, 3 minutes, and then shot straight up in my seat. I then fell asleep on top of my viola during orchestra...For about 5 minutes, when my orchestra teacher was drilling the 1st violins...The music was so screechy and had such horrendous intonation that...it was the most beautiful lullaby I had ever heard. I'm sleepy. G'night,,,wait, Was today my to post? Gosh. I know that House n' xiy are gonna have an editing marathon on my post today...is it my turn to post? You know what? I DON'T FRICKIN' CARE... Yeah. Was the theme week today "picures"? Yup. It was...wasn't it? You know what? I DON'T CARE...I'll just put this thing up that I drew...

Hehe...I hated those dotted lines when I was little, but I LOOOVVEED the little scissor pics...I'm gonna marry 'im...No, not the scissor pic, an extremely hot guy with a 6 pack...that's not too buff. The 6 packs get ridiculous at a certain point...

Stop staring at my sorry excuse of a chair/table. Paint is not the easiest computer program with a touchpad. I wanna Macbook. Those things are pretty. ANyways, this is me, in math class. 'Cept I think I was in the chair...

Alright. i'm done. greek's tomorrow, i tink...w/ev

good night all you suckers out there! ( i feel like i'm drunk while writing this post...lack of sleep does this to you...)

luv,

lynds

p.s. ooohh. the words are in the middle...

The Invasion of the....(dramatic pause) HILLBILLIES!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! THE HILLBILLIES! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!!!! Oh, right, I made them. Heheh. This is the last picture-post for theme week three (even though I technically already had a picture post. Whatever) and it will be spectacular. Now, this picture-post is a story that will be told by dear friend. I'll let him introduce himself. Here goes*:

 Hillbilly Heaven:

Why, hello thur! My name is Pa (pronounced Pa-aw) and I live hur in Waest Virginia on this hur corn farm. This year the corn don't be doin' too good. Look at this corn hur on my right. This hur specimen looks like darn poo on a stick! A right shame, if you ask me. Speakin' of which,  I best introduce y'all to my family.

This hur is my lurvely wife, Luisa-May. She was a pageant gurl up until 'bout 8 yurs ago when a rabid dog dun bit her leg off. She never had that pageant walk agaain. She is a beaut, though.

This hur is my eldest son, Jimmy-John Jr. He's a littleslow but them doctors always say he just special. He ain't never had no hur and his left arm is shorter than the right. He's a good boy, just a little slow.

Next up we got us Liza. She don't look like none of us, but she sure do look like that old manager of Luisa-May's beauty contests. I forgive my wife though for her adulterous deeds. Liza is a beauty and she'll bring us in the money when she turns 13 next summer and can enter them teen pageants. Mmm-hmm.

This boy hur is my son, Charlie. He don't do no work on the farm 'caus he's too weak. He likes them books instead. And the math. He sure do love the math. Wife and I can't count to 20 without the use of our toes, but this boy hur is a genius. He do them taxes and what-not for us. I think imma keep him around.

After Charlie we got Mary-Sue. She likes the fire. I don't know what's wrong with her, but she done lit her dolls and such on fire. I think she may burn down the barn soon. I gotta make sure she don't get them matches no more. Or that blow torch. She sure do likes that.

Last and maybe the least, we got Jo. It's a girl (JoAnna) but when Luisa-May was pregnant we had hoped for a boy to follow the patterin that are chillun' was born in. When it was a girl I was so mad. I just pretend he's a boy and don't look when I change the diaper.  He don't got no talents like my other babies had. All he do is poop.

Well, that's my family. I hope you done enjoyed that. Come again! Bye-bye, now!

Oh, Pa. Wasn't that lovely, guys?! Maybe Pa and the family will return someday. Or maybe not...we'll see.

SECRET MESSAGE! Type "secret" in the comments!

~Momo~

*A Lesson in Hillbilly Speak:

Vowels should be pronounced as follows:

a: Long and annoying. For any a. "And" is "a-aand", "again" is "agaa-in",except for words like "hair" which are pronounced like "hur".

e: Pronounced like a u or an "ey". "Here" is also "hur", which may be confusing to those who have not studied hillbilly speak. "Hello" is "heylo". "Elephant" is "eylephant".

i: Short i's elongated, long i's are normal. "I did" is pronounced as "I deed". 

o: unchanged.

u: unchanged.

Please use improper grammar (y'all could pleez use them unproper grammars).

Add the word "them", "done" and "thur" to everything. (I would like to feed the chickens. Them, I'd like to done feed them thur chickens.)

Please practice this lesson until perfected. Then continue in the reading of the post. (Practice that thur lesson until y'all have done got it perfect. Then y'all can continue reading that thur done post.)

My Belated Picture Post

HELLOOOOOOO!!! How's your LOOOONGGG weekend GOOOOIIINNNNGGG????? Mine's been awesome. We're going vegetable picking tomorrow. I should probably do my homework before Monday night....Oh welll. Here's my picture post!

This is my attempt at drawing myself on Paint. The arrow represents the 600 times I practiced...I ended up with the right image...JK! I'm not that beautiful(wish I was), don't own that type of flowy ribbony clothing(wish I did), and I definitely cannot draw that well(using pen and paper, maybe).

This is my second attempt at drawing super-me on paint...I forgot the hair? Oh crap...FYI, I have long black hair.

I stared at a blog called "Hyperbole and a Half" for a while and copied the eyes. Isn't it cool?

Drawing tired me out. Here's my foot. I recently re-painted them with Nail-Polish.

Look! I learned how to do my hair prettily! (I think I might upload a tutorial on Youtube ^_^)

A closer look. It's done with a chopstick, and nothing else. I just realized that my hair looks brownish. It's not. That's just the sunlight and Flash thingy, trying to fool you.

Isn't it frickin' adorable?????? It's from this movie, called CJ7. It's a really strange movie, but in the end-ish, it dies...*SOB* *WAIL* *CRY* *WEEP* *BOOHOO* *SCREECH* *SNIFFLE* *SOB* *WAIL* *TEAR HAIR* *WAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!* It's so sad. I love it!(not quite sure if it's male/female)  It's soooooo adorable and CUUUUUTTTEEE!!!!! (@ xiy, I no longer like Cael. I love this guy instead)

 That's it! Hope you liked it.

Luv,

Lynda!