too lazy for a nice title

I'm sorry, I kind of promised myself I wouldn't blog for a while. But I remembered this image and decided to put it up. I think it's from some Young Justice comic (that I don't have). But it's not in the style of the artist, so maybe they changed artists as the series went on? I'm probably the only person here who thinks this is funny.
Impulse is such an adorable character.

"I'm not usually an eavesdropper, but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult."

--Percy Jackson, the Lightning Thief

No Boundaries
For instance, the child skipping—
is not touching the earth at all, is not obeying
the laws of locomotion in any part of the body;
the hair flips in a tidal wave; the eyeballs bounce;
lips quiver; the skirt darts butterfly-like above the knees
—and part of it is the blue sky, always, open
like a palm. The child, skipping,
holds hands a moment with her own happiness.

Liz Rozenburg


AHHHH They were playing a slow song on the radio and then this wonderful poem reminded me of 7th grade and I got all emotional and and and—
Aaaaaaanyways, I loved that poem from the moment I read it's title. Sometimes I act really childish and I like skipping, so I can relate to the poem in a way. Hee.

This one is for my friend totodilekid97 (THAT USERNAME! UGH!). We wrote this together and back then I thought it was the most epic thing ever. It was a prophecy for the story we were writing. It was all inspired by Greek Mythology and the PJatO series by Rick Riordan.

Two couples shall go to the nest
To bring back the lost as their quest
For this quest shall shatter the heart
The new two the worlds meet will play the big part
The victory they adore
Is the start of a great war.


My Hamster Has a Skateboard

My hamster has a skateboard.
When he rides it, though, he falls.
He takes off like a maniac
and crashes into walls.

He screams, "Geronimo!"
and then goes crashing down the stairs.
He's good at knocking tables down
and slamming into chairs.

He'll slalom through the living room
and then you'll hear a, "Splat!"
which means that he's collided with
my mother or the cat.

He plows right into cabinets,
and smashes into doors,
I think he's wrecked on every bed
and every chest of drawers.

It's fun to watch him ride
because you're sure to hear a smash.
He doesn't skate so well but, boy,
he sure knows how to crash.
--Kenn Nesbitt

I memorized that poem and read it to my friends because it was just adorable.

I'm sorry I've been posting so much today >.< I won't post for a while.

HOLY!

"Gravity is not responsible for people falling in love."

-- Albert Einstein

That is one of my favorite quotes and I've been trying to draw something inspired by that but I fail at perspective soooo I'll do that later.

You know what I hate the most about blogs (or dA)? When people don't comment on anything you post :P Oh well.

I'm just really bored and I don't want to start my biology homework so I'm writing this post.

In English class today everybody showed the class their blogs and it was kind of fun but some people had a lot of posts >.< I'll change the background image in my blog (although I like it VERY much) and I'll put up something less distracting. It will be hard. Maybe I can use it as a header? Because I mean...HOLY ROBIN, BATMAN!

We haven't been writing stuff in English lately. I felt a little sad about that and picked up my old "poetry journal". We had to keep a journal about poetry in 7th grade and it was very fun for me. I like writing and reading poetry. But I can't say the same thing for the boys of the class. Anyways, here's somethings I wrote back then:

What writing can do
Photos are not good
because they can't make moments
be moments again.

That was a haiku. When I wrote that I was obsessed with writing stories, and when I did I usually wrote down all my feelings using different characters and dialogue. Now I'm out of practice and I prefer drawing.


Friends #2
I'm not perfect.
In fact I'm a bit wrecked.
I live in my own world,
everything seems to be twirled.
Nothing makes sense;
no one is tense.
Happiness fills our insides.
We're our own guides.
Who's us?
My friends, of course.
They're my life source.
I don't miss them when I go home,
'coz they're always around,
until I meet my tomb.


This was titled "Friends #2" because it was the second poem I had written about my friends. Now when I look back at it, I feel like it wasn't as good as I thought it was :D And I feel like I've really forced the rhyme, you know?


Anyways, here's a quote that I found on the internet (also in 7th grade) but I have no idea who wrote it:
"Women's faults are many,
Men have only two:
Everything they say,
and everything they do!"

I wrote that everywhere because that was my feminist age.

I like looking back at the things I've drawn, written or said. It gives me a good reason to laugh and also makes me feel good about myself. I've improved!

"Argh!"

--Chewbacca <3

I'm ill :(

Here's some Eros sketches that I drew in my notebook but then traced onto acetate paper:




Hee. I don't feel like drawing hands. Or Psyche.

What did you guys do in English class?


L-13

"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth!"

--Aragorn

If you've noticed I like using quotes as titles.
AYLIN ROCKS SHE TOLD ME TO WRITE THIS!

Anyways I thought I should post some drawings here. Here's Dick Grayson as Nightwing (DC) and Wiccan from Young Avengers(Marvel) :

"Defend yourself!"

—Brom (Eragon)

Ello!

This is a blog for the things I write in English class.

It’s so cool.

Yesterday we talked about the 9 Muses and I got to tell the class the story of Cupid (EROS) and Psyche. I can’t believe I still remember that! Anyway, then our teacher showed us a picture of a statue and we had to write about it . I think everybody thought it was Cupid (EROSSS) and Psyche (and it probably was). Most people were writing short stories, but I decided I hadn’t written a poem in a long time so I did. Here it is:



Wings and Arrows

A girl

prettier than the

goddess of love?



A moment

of distraction

falling

falling

falling

pain in the leg

his own weapon stabbing him



Is it fate

or just a simple accident

doesn’t matter now

love

love

love

visits at night

secrets

curiosity

anger

melancholy

desperation



Missing him

so much



Getting help

from the

enemy

tasks to do

desperation

ants

ants

ants

taking box to

the Underworld

secrets

what’s in it

why can’t she

look

curiosity

curiosi—

no

don’t look

didn’t she learn

curiosity

curiosity

curiosity

OPEN

OPEN

OPEN





Eternal sleep.