Doodle Palooza! Part 1

I realized that I haven't been a very good doodle sharer. Which is half of the reason this blog even exists, right?! So, without further ado, I present to you some of my favorite doodles of this past semester! I'll pick some of my favorites from each of my notebooks! (I have one for each class. And a permanent backpack notebook that serves as my idea log....usually.)

Here's hoping the internet at my partment wants to work because it tends to wuss out whenever it gets stormy. Stupid internet...:P Hooray! Internet actually wants to be tough!

Aaaand my internet is being super stupid and won't let me upload photos. So, for now, just IMAGINE all the cool doodles I'm going to do. And hopefully I'll be able to edit this and get it fixed up nice for you guys.

Murphy's law is in full force right now. Stupid Murphy.

AND WE HAVE COOPERATION FROM THE INTERNET! LET THE DOODLES BEGIN!

So this was the first day in Grammar class that I doodled. I had just seen the Avengers a few days before (and I have an EPIC crossover story based on that movie) so I was a bit on an Avenging high. Also, I forgot how to draw the Master Sword and forgot that Sora's right handed. My human version of Twilight Sparkle got a lot bigger than I intended it to, but I'm okay with that.

Last year, I was playing Kingdom Hearts Re: Chain of Memories. Vexen struck me as someone (or, Nobody, rather) who would be the resident mad scientist, so he appeared on every page in the margins spouting Science! in my Stats notebook. Luckily, I had another science class, so I could still use Vexen. Vexen helped me survive Stats. I would have died of boredom otherwise.

Here's Vexen and Axel, though Vexen isn't too pleased he has to share his margin. Also, Vexen's science has kind of deteriorated into my fan-induced next generation. He's not happy about that either.

This is how I feel sometimes.

First, I was extremely tired when I began doodling this in class (my real life friend is to your left). But I love my tired, holy-crap-can-I-sleep face. Anyways, in class, there has been this annoying whining noise, like that of a small circular buzzsaw. Either way, it's annoying. Also, I was snacking on Goldfish that day.

The noise came back on this day, and I had had enough. However, by exploding the piping where the noise had to be coming from, I also cut the power for the building. Oops. It's a good thing I don't actually have magic. I might break a lot of things otherwise.

I just love drawing T_T faces for some odd reason. And if you can't tell what happened, Riku and Roxas dumped water on Sora.

This is one of those times where I have the same realization as my characters. In this case, Peach was telling Mario and Luigi how shopping is kind of like dressing up. The moment I realized this, so did Mario and Luigi. I had to sketch out this comic after that. I'm not a girl who particularly likes shopping. I have about a 2 hour window where I'll enjoy myself. After that, I'm done. As I've gotten older, I see the social appeal of it. But there comes a point where it's like, "Why are you trying that on if you're not going to buy it?" Which is the question Luigi asks Daisy and Peach. Which led to our shared epiphany.

 

This is one of those moments where a made-up universe made more sense to me than my own. This is also me attempting the Y U No meme. It's also a good doodle of me attempting the slumped shoulders look. And this is Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra-verse, not James Cameron's giant elf/Smurf-fest.

I'll Take It

So this was in my inbox last night. I get a free song download. First time I've ever gotten anything like this, and I'm gonna take it! Whoo! I love being a nerd!

With finals week looming ever closer, I'm kind of scrambling for topics to post about. I guess I could start taking photos of all my doodles and start having an end of year bash type thing...

I don't know. What do  you guys think? No, seriously, what do you think? I've been so bad at this whole-

NEW TOPIC BORN OF SUDDEN REMEMBRANCE!

So our English Honors society is having a Harry Potter Party tonight. Guess who's going? Guess who's going to pull of the best Hermione ever? Oh yeah, it's gonna be awesome tonight. I'm excited, are you excited?

And now I'm lapsing into Pinkie Pie quotes.

Today's alternate title: Stream of Conciousness.

This is Stuck in My Head

Back to the daily grind of school...only it's not quite so daily anymore because we have T-Minus two weeks until finals week! My face is similar to that of the candy apple, popcorn and soda in today's song.

I was just talking to a fellow classmate about my doodles, and I realized that I have been a very bad poster of all things doodle related. Probably because I'm still getting comfortable with the idea of sharing my artwork on the internet. The internet can be a cruel place, and I'm not in the mood to have people tell me my artwork sucks. Which is true, but still, it's not very nice.

So, hopefully I'll start posting some more of my doodles as time goes by, because that may be what I have to do seeing as I have projects and finals and all this crap to get ready for. Agh! Where did the semester go?! Why is time moving so quickly? Panic!

*insert random picture here of me running around like a chicken with its head cut off*

Well, time to prepare to face the dragon that is finals week!

If I can get through the fallout of the emotional bomb Dad dropped on me, that is...

Thanksgiving Week: Magic

I love Christmas decorations. I love Christmas Trees and Christmas garlands. I love ALL OF IT. Probably because of the way we bring a little extra light in our homes. I love the way everything looks right after it snows. There's something so peaceful about it. Like everyone's homes becomes their own personal, livable gingerbread houses.

I love all the lights, especially at Temple Square.

Probably because this is the closest thing I'll ever get to actual magic. And I love magic.

Thanksgiving: Laughter and Nerf Guns

On this day, when many are thankful for all the things they have, I'm thankful for my family, and for all the laughs we share together. Today, on my dad's side of the family, we spent a nice lunch together and then we went to go see Life of Pi. Both the book and the movie are amazing, though its not one for the kiddies. Read the book first. Always read the book.

After our voyage to the movies, we went home and played the Grab Game. We used to do this on Christmas Eve. My family can get a little...spirited at this game. So much so, that we've moved it to its own separate night, and now we take turns and after three steals, the item is locked and no one else can have it. We also don't steal from the kids, as a general rule of thumb. Tonight, though, we brought it back. Back to the old ways of frantic dice rolling, pointing, shouting, exclaimations of joy and despair, (and fiendish glee), and the frantic moment of indecision where you can't remember who has the Star Wars cups (Dad's side of the family is the more nerdy side. We have a lot of fun..). The nice part is though, once the final item has been stolen and the lightning round is over, we end up trading a lot of the goods around.

My main item of the night that nobody stole from me?

Aww, yeah. Who's got a Nerf gun? I do. Who's playing HvZ next semester? I am.

Also, I'm wearing my "tunic" ^_^

 

It goes without saying that I'm seriously happy with my haul. I feel like a sniper. Or maybe more Riza Hawkeye from FMA. (Fullmetal Alchemist, for those of you not up on your abreviations)

 

I'm grateful to be in a family that loves to laugh. That makes me laugh. Where our sense of humor just line up beautifully, and we can start lapsing into character voices and start making up stuff. Where we play video games with each other and not leave the room in a hissy fit.

 

And I'm thankful that I'm not standing in a line that's wrapping around Target behind some smoker dude. Black Friday Shopping is ridiculous. And yet I've put it on my bucket list...

Thanksgiving Week: Mom and Christmas Music

Christmas music always makes me feel like a kid, peering out the windows, watching the snow fall through the blinds. It always reminds me of my mother in the kitchen, making something to eat. It reminds me of pretending to ice skate in my socks on our linoleum floor to the Christmas music.

I'm especially thankful for having a mother who knew how to sew. I have multiple costumes and formal dresses made just for me. The best part is knowing that no one else will ever have what I have. It's especially nice when you're trying to find your midnight showing costume, and you have options to choose from.

I miss my mom. She was my emotional cheerleader, and, not that my dad isn't good at being there for me, but he doesn't understand emotions the way a woman does, the way your mother does. But I'm thankful for the deep impact she's made on my life. For the things that I want to instill in my children.

Christmas music just has this way of bringing back childhood memories while at the same time, bringing people together. Those memories are things I cherish, and I love looking back on them.

Maybe that's why I'm the obnoxious person playing Christmas music before Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Week: Bed

My bed. This thing has seen it all. My good days, my bad days, my good nights, my bad nights. it's kept me warm when the weather is freezing cold, and too hot in the summer. I like sleeping with my layers.

But I'm especially grateful that tonight, it's my own bed. In my own room, in my house. No roommates coming up the stairs, or getting ready for bed. Just me, myself and I. And the crazy people who live in my head, but they don't really count that much, do they?

My room hasn't changed too much since I was about...five. I still have my bunny wallpaper, my quilt my grandma gave me when I was born hanging on the wall. The cross-sitched picture is currently MIA, but I have a hunch where it could be. The only things that have changed are the addtion of my chair, which is currently holding clothes and another quilt, my bedspread, though the orginal is just underneath my comforter, the big pink rug that I probably should vacuum soon, my endtable replacing my bench one, though that's at the foot of my bed, and the moving out of the Barbie house. Keep in mind, this is just a summarization of the past 20 years I've been in this room. Oh, forgot to mention replaced the crib full of my stuffed animals with my sister's dresser.

But I like my room the way it is. It's reflective of who I am: trying to grow up while holding on to childhood.

Maybe my mom should have let me paint my room pink when I wanted to. Then I might be more open to changing my bedroom now.