Doodle, I do. Doodle, I will.

Things to pass the time.

Off With Your Head!

This t-shirt design is currently up for running on threadless.com.  Click on the link below to score to help get it printed and available for sale at threadless.

Also, I made this shirt for Alyson. It’s her special shirt to celebrate her 20th birthday and her love of Doctor Who.

Threadless

Working on two submissions for Threadless.com.

Young Love

Shit Happens

Hats

This is why my mother is an inspiration.  Or something of that nature.  I don’t really think much of my mom.  She’s just my mom.  But I can’t help but be, well, something along the lines of proud or maybe just happy that my mother is my mother, when she does things like this.  True story ^.  For the most part.  She was telling me this over the phone about how she was making a hat for a neighbor, a kemo patient, who was always wearing a hood or a turban because her head was cold.  So she decided to knit her a hat.  And then she was upset because another neighbor’s baby had no hat, and it was cold.  So she made a baby hat with the leftover yarn of the other hat.  What a genuinely nice thing to do.  I never do nice things like that.  I should look up to my mom more….

Well, I’m often embarrassed by my mom’s knitting.  She knits 24/7.  She also listens to audiobooks 24/7, but the knitting is much more obvious than the headphones.  She knits and talks or knits and watches my little sister’s swim meet.  Her hands are always busy with some project or other.  A sweater for Alyson or a pair of booties for a new niece.  She knits in kind of awkward places or moments like when we’re waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom or before a school play.  It’s kind of funny and annoying and embarrassing, but maybe I should stop being annoyed or embarrassed because she does things like this.  What a genuinely nice thing to do.

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Emily loves music…

Things You Think

Wilson

I liked the idea of having a plant in my room.  But others think otherwise.  Alex says that it’s weird because it’s just a wimpy, green plant with nothing pretty blossoming off of it.  She also says that naming your plant is weird.  So I named my plant Wilson.  I think my plant is beautiful.  It is wimpy now, but, hopefully, it will be big and impressive in a few months.  It came off of my sister’s plant, which she got from her elementary school teacher.  It’s still alive and making babies, even though it’s constantly being neglected.  It’ll be brown and dry for months, but, with just a bit of water and sunshine, it perks right back up.

Wilson is a little bit of home away from home.  My room is cooler than Alex’s because my room has a spider plant named Wilson.

Up on the Mountain

Yesterday, all the seniors were required to hike up Mt Monadnock together.  I wasn’t really looking forward to it.  I didn’t really mind going.  We got to miss class, which was nice, but I was pretty much indifferent.

What I got at Mt Monadnock was not what I had expected.  For one, it really was a hike.  I’ve never really hiked up a mountain, so I didn’t really know what to expect.  I didn’t know how vertical it would be.  It wasn’t too vertical, though.  What I really didn’t expect was how much I enjoyed the hike.  It was a decent length and cold and foggy, but I enjoyed it.  Unfortunately, the summit was nothing impressive because of the weather.  It was very windy and cold, and we couldn’t see anything.  It wasn’t until we started heading down that I was absolutely positive that it was all worth the trip.  The climb down wasn’t as tiring, but it was a tad scary going down the slippery rocks.  But, after we passed some of the more difficult rocks,  the clouds cleared, and we finally had a view.  The trees below were turning orange and yellow, and we could see little lakes and white churches.  It was absolutely beautiful, and it made the hike worth the sweat.

On the way down, I saw a lot of hikers going up, most of them over the age of forty.  There was a trio of white-haired men and an old Asian couple.  I always say that, when I’m older, I want to be the old woman who climbs mountains and jumps off of planes.  Maybe not the skydiving, but I really mean it.

My Friend, the Apostrophe

*tumbleweed*

I’m not an English freak.  I really couldn’t be because my grammar and spelling is just as bad as anyone’s.  But it really bothers me when people don’t use apostrophes, especially on facebook.  Yeah, facebook is casual.  Of course we don’t actually try to be grammatically correct, but could you just be a little less lazy and press the damn key?  I mean, you don’t even have to hold shift!  I understand that capitalizing is too much of a hassle.  I rarely capitalize when I’m typing on facebook, especially in short messages.  But typing apostrophes is so simple!  I mean, texting is much different.  Depending on your phone, apostrophes can be quite annoying to get.  On the your computer keyboard, though, the button is right in front of you!  The worst is when, without an apostrophe, the word becomes a completely different and legitimate word.  Like from “we’re” to “were.”  Or “I’ll” to “ill.”  Or “we’ll” to “well.”  What if I’m like, “I broke my iPod!  What do I do?”  And then you’re so nice, you’re going to help me out with my problems.  You’re like, “Oh, we’ll go get a new one.”  But, really, you typed out, “Oh, well go get a new one.”  Then I would be kind of offended.

So, really.  Use apostrophes.  Please?

But, on a more positive note, I got cookies in the mail today.  Thank you Mommy!

Uh, I have to go…

I am mean.

I tell people that I have other obligations in order to avoid facebook chatting/IMing/skyping.

Oh, wait. Sorry, I have to go. I have a doctor’s appointment.  Really….

How did I become desegnated bug killer?

"The Bug Slayer" (knights are cooler than Ghost Busters)

We don’t need no exterminator.  All we need is Emily, who will heed to every beck and call.  Insects, spiders, beware!  Emily is armed with a box of deadly kleenexes and lethal swatting magazines.

No, but, seriously, our dorm has a bug problem, and I’m like the freakin Ghost Busters.  All I need is one of those vacuum cleaner things and a jumpsuit.  I keep killing bugs, and then they keep coming back, like ghosts.  Every time I hear my name screamed, I know that there’s a bug to be slain.  Who ya gonna call? I should have started a count.  I’m at least up to 15 bugs killed in this dorm hall in the past month.

Summer is too short

summer art assignments

School starts on the 9th for me, in two days.  So, as mostly always, summer vacation seems to have slipped away much too quickly.  And this summer of mine wasn’t really a liesurely one.  For four weeks in the very beginning of the summer I went to the Nutmeg Conservatory’s summer intensive, went to Vermont for a week, New Jersey for a week, and Boston for four days.  And then when I was not away?  I was working… doing summer homework assignments.  History, English, and art.  Art took the longest, and I finally finished it all yesterday.  They weren’t really assignments I enjoyed, so it was pretty painful.  Though not quite as painful as the history assignments, that was killer.  And I finished that first only to hurry up and get on with it.