Advertisements
Tag Archives: doodle

warm and toasty

23 Mar

03232015blueberry waffles

Advertisements

not the first thing

19 Mar

Somewhere in the closet there are two little squares on which I’d been meaning to paint since January. I don’t actually know the first thing about watercolors.

03192015

purplish blue

18 Mar

in the office, it’s cold. i’m cold and there’s four hours left. the beds of my nails turn a purplish blue and i wonder if it’s the light or if i’m really dying. i can still taste the garlic on my tongue from the sandwich i ate at lunch, and its hour-old flavor is nauseating. i sip water and i nibble on sweet tarts to pass the time, but it moves as if i’m watching it, as if it knows how badly i need it to hurry.

03182015

03182015b

03182015c

barely avoiding a lake

13 Mar

the friday five

1. Anna closed her eyes and fingered through a stack of old paintings, portraits of hands in all colors, palms up, waiting, wanting.
“I know you’re lying, Jerry,” she said, exasperated,

Is what I would have written for Fiction Friday if I knew what to type after that last comma. Whatever. I already have a little story-type thing with someone flipping through a stack of paintings, so this is all it’ll ever be anyway. How about you think of something new, Jen! Be original! Write better!

2. Earlier this week I was telling Buffalo about my dreams. Lately, I’ve been going places, I told her. Faraway places. Places I’d never been. My dreams usually take place in the same familiar areas. My parents’ home, my grandparents’ home, my elementary school, work, the parking structure at UHM. Last month I dreamt I was in rural America waiting for a city bus. I told Daniel about the woman/man with the pen of goats and sheep directing me to the street over, lined with bus stops. I waited and waited, but my bus didn’t come. When it became dark, I saw a line of headlights streaming toward a little house down the road. They were school buses turning in for the night. I waited outside while I went inside (I KNOW!) to ask to borrow a bus to get home. I promised to wash it and bring it back the next morning, and I was given the keys. For never driving a bus, I was lucky I didn’t die. I was speeding through the countryside like I didn’t have a break pedal, just barely avoiding a lake. Just ahead of me was another school bus, driving along just fine. I followed as best I could, then I woke up.

3. This is a thing I drew today.

03132015
4. Tonight Daniel and I are going to the auto show with my parents. Some of the cars are nice, I guess, but nothing really exciting ever happens at these things. They advertised free pizza on the radio, but last year there was only pepperoni, and it looked like it’d been sitting out for a while. My husband will be happy to see the cars, so I can be too. And unless someone hooks us up, this is probably the closest we’ll get to SEMA.

5. This is a blurb and a photo from Daniel who wanted to help when I said I was one short of five:

03132015b
Cat naps, scaredy cat, curiosity killed the cat, cat nip, cat scratch fever, cat got your tongue. I thought those were all made up idioms until I met Zuko. For her they are all too real. I envy her for some like cat naps and cat got your tongue, but others are dangerous like cat nip. Overall, Zuko, you’ve got it good.

and i probably need a hair dryer

10 Mar

03102015
If I’ve been typing for the past hour and my screen is blank now, anything I’ll write today will be too dumb to read.  In January I knew that by now I’d be drawing different girls, writing the same things, bored with Wolf and trying to be his friend, and graduated to a new list of unnecessary worries. Like, how many forevers will it take us to watch ten seasons of Criminal Minds on Netflix? And should I even bother with Revenge again? And, if I really hate shopping and I hate all my clothes, can I just as effectively procure a new wardrobe online? Also, should I buy more new pens?

 

03102015b

saturdaze

7 Mar

03072015
For no real reason besides laziness, here is a picture of a thing I doodled years ago, and below, a thing I doodled just the other day.

03072015b

breaking blouse

6 Mar

the friday five

1. This is an idea I stole from Sarah Dessen who used to do this on Fridays, but hasn’t since 2013, I think. She writes books, a lot of books, and she has kids, so she’s probably pretty busy. It wasn’t long ago that I wanted to write books for teens. YA was, like, my thing and I was excited about that. I think I can still relate to teenagers pretty well, but I just don’t have the guts to write something I’d want seventeen year-olds reading. (Also, I don’t have the willpower to finish a novel. ALSO, I really want to write super depressing adult things, and if a teen reads it, it’ll probably seem dumb/make things worse.

2. Daniel’s scrolling through Yelp on his phone for dinner ideas. There aren’t many places I’m okay being at on a Friday night, so I’m constantly scrunching my face at his suggestions and asking that we go another time instead. But I honestly think I’m saving him the trouble of driving there and deciding for himself that THESE CROWDS ARE TOO MUCH. So, you’re welcome, Daniel. And yes, I would be okay with picking up sushi from that little place down the road and watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt on Netflix tonight. In our underwear.

3. My go-to simple black blouse is breaking. There’s an almost-hole just to the right of my belly button, and I’m going to cry! Okay. I’m not going to cry. I might be a little upset for a while and complain about all the other simple black blouses I’ll buy online to replace it and inevitably shove in the back of my dresser when it doesn’t fit me like my old one, but I’m not going to cry about clothes. Not unless there’s nothing else to wear and everything makes me look so friggin ugly. But I don’t know what to do about this. I really don’t.

4. I am now the owner of a 40-ounce Hydro Flask. HOLY MOLY it’s big! I didn’t realize I wasn’t getting the same size as everyone else. On my walk up the hill to work today, I had it tucked beneath my arm in my little blue tote bag, and I felt ridiculous. Maybe I should buy a backpack now. It’s just so big, and it makes me feel so small… I’m just super self-conscious about it, but I’m definitely not thirsty. So, that’s good, right?

5. And here’s a little doodle face: 03062015