Poechella is the new pink.

Truly, it is.

(Dear Miss Mouse,

Please forgive me for mooching off your brilliance.

Love,
Danielle.)

These dumb pictures are my excuse for not having anything good to say. :P

(But then, a picture is worth a thousand words, so consider yourself TERM PAPER'D!)



Um, I think that guy has a mouth on his hand. 0_0



Those three-piece suits contain an unholy amount of fabric. And I'm not sure any person in real life could survive that much yellow. (But hey! They match my blog, hah!)

By the way, the text reads "Areleous and Blythe", after the characters. (Front is Geoffrey Areleous, back is Corwin Blythe). They aren't from anywhere but my dysfunctional brain. Everyone thinks Geoff looks like Ron Weasley, BUT HE IS NOT, I TELL YOU!!!

Sometimes I wonder if media such as Photoshop or markers hinder the artistic experience? They're super-fun to use, but they also complete a picture in a fraction of the time another medium (such as colored pencils) would take. Markers especially are like, the Medium of Instant Gratification.

I dunno! Have fun at all your camps, everybody! :)

Carpe artem!

It's summer! Jobs, SAT scores, new markers and lots of cookies!

I bought 48 markers, and they're wonderful, but the fumes are particularly overpowering if one is working longer than half an hour. (As with the following pictures...*_*)

Pardon the wacky proportions!



(I have no idea what they're sitting on; what do you think? The brother says construction site, my sister and I say demented Ferris wheel.)






The name Eliot Smyrl, which has been bestowed upon the young lad in the stripes, was stolen from the end credits for Up. Which you should all see, because it is masterful; among Pixar's (not to mention the general cinema's) finest.

Hope you're all enjoying your summer!

Cue High School Musical!

YAY SUMMERZ HEEERRE!!!! :D I don't have to wake up at 5:45 on Tuesdays and Thursdays anymore!! :D

I have no idea what these grotesque little gentlmen are called. (Though 'Troy Bolton' comes to mind). They just...pop out, I guess.

Happy Summer Everyone!

P.S. In other news, I got a haircut, my poem 1999 is in WCC's 'literary journal' and heyguesswhat IT'S SUMMER! :D

Happy Birthday Kakie!

So, I had all sorts of noble aspirations to art and chocolate and fancy gifts and whatnot, but I didn't take into account that I had the SAT today! And that was like, four hours. And I am lame.

Actually, the SAT is lame! WHO MAKES YOU TAKE A STUPID TEST ON YOUR BEST FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY?! THE STINKING GOVERNMENT, THAT'S WHO.

All my personal lameness aside, I hope that you, dear Mary Kate, know that you are beautiful and talented in so many ways. You have been such a dear friend to me and I can't thank you enough for your grace and patience! I love you and hope and that you have a very blessed and happy birthday today.

In testament to how much I miss you, here is some art that reflects the state of my soul:



I really, really, really, really, really REAAAAALLLLY can't wait to see you this summer! :'(

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Ineffable

You may laugh at me writing words to deliberate on the ineffable, or that which words cannot touch, but I hope it reflects the futility of the human goal to name everything.

Dear friends, may I confess that I was extremely jealous of the collective insights I've heard thus far about Torrey Banquet? And what a horrible thing, too; to covet my neighbor's past, present and presumable experiences! I regretted moving to Washington more than I have in a very long time, and that was probably the greater sin.

I only mention this so that I can, with clear conscience, express how overjoyed I really am for the growth and joy of each of you! It is an unspeakable blessing (no pun intended) to reach for the ineffable as a community, and that's why I am writing this post.

Lately I've been wondering what the purpose of friendship is exactly. Modern America hasn't exactly provided the best environment for fostering sincere interaction with other people. Betrayal, gossip, verbal and physical abuse, downright rudeness and whatever the heck anyone else can pull out of a hat are all fair game for so-called 'friends' nowadays. (It's the same with marriages, families, workplaces...). As a country, it seems that we've lost our respect for other individuals, drowned in the American dream for personal happiness.

However! You lovely Torrey people get to be the joyful anomalies in this sea of frightened discontent. AND IN SCHOOL NO LESS. (Shouldn't everyone be required to learn decent argumentative courtesy before general science and math?) The obsession of our culture with seeing through everything has made our fellow humans invisible to the scientific eye. American culture has taught to see other not as 'whom' but as 'what'.

I wondered what this transparency effect had to do with our understanding and love of God. As John writes,

"No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us" (1 John 4:12).

...

...

Okay. Now, it would be a logical fallacy to state that, if we don't love one another, God's love will never be perfected in us...

BUT SERIOUSLY. THAT'S LIKE, NOT SPELLED OUT FOR MY THICK FAT HEAD AT ALL. We can at least infer that, if we refuse to love one another, our relationship with God is going to be radically stunted. And...and...and!!

*sigh* Voy a callarme ahora. ^_^ Please rip apart this delirious post as you feel inclined, and do correct me!

Last thoughts:

By reaching further up to God's head, heart and hand, one is enabled to reach further in to the soul another, instead of through them. But it's hard to make that journey alone. We must continually be doing both to strengthen the other!

Congratulations to all hard-working Torrey/high school grads; and I miss all you a lot.

Descent into hell (with cookies!)

AAAAAAGHH.

Nota Bene! It is strongly advised to not write blog posts right after registering for classes, finding out that a lot of your credits probably won't transfer to your potential universities and that you're not as good at life as you thought you were. (Granted, the experience of humility is a good one, but it doesn't encourage very thoughtful, thankful, joyful, gracious, appreciative or well-balanced blog posts. In fact, about the only use I can see for the previous post is perspective, which is good despite its tendency towards painful recollection...:P)

In other news, Washington is still as rainy as ever. If you happen to be downed by the rain, however, a good remedy is to make and eat gluten-free peanut-butter chocolate chip cookies, which are crafted as follows:

1 cup of sugar
1 cup of peanut butter
1 egg

Preheat the oven to good ol' 375. Mix all ingredients thoroughly in medium bowl, and slap dough in whatever size you'd like onto the modus operandi (aka cookie sheet/stone. Was that the right Latin form, by the way?). If you'd like, you can press the dough down with a fork for both aesthetic and practical purposes, though it isn't really necessary. Cook for 9 to 11 minutes, or until the cookies are slightly browned. Or slightly more brown than peanut butter is to begin with.

Also, a double batch is recommended, because little munchkins will filch them from your cupboards and devour them at the speed of light! :o

Have a blessed day under the Mercy, friends!

{tabula rasa}

And then
There are the Days.

Obviously,
I am the center of the universe.
This rain is all my work;
The emotional billboard for
My sore, aggriev-ed soul.

For, since I do poorly,
So must everyone else.

Obviously,
This day is bad because
I
am bad.

God must watch over the sparrow
Because I am too selfish to care.

The sparrow cannot help me with
Transfer degrees
Laundry
Moral inventory
People skills
and the fact that I forgot my fork for lunch.

God forgive me.

--------

Selfishness is lukewarm. This half-poem, half-monster is despicably written, but it isn't the worst of anythiing because it unworthy of such a grand title.

Hell is much cleverer than and closer to the human psyche than we'd like it to be.

An Ode to Spring Mornings on which the Sun is Shining and All the Dishes in the Dishwasher are Clean.

Today I drew open the door;
The White Gate
To a world of peril
Or joy.

I was afraid.

Afraid.

Unsure of what would stare at me:
The cold grime of past meals
Encrusted upon tumblers and plates alike,
Or the porcelin pearl
Of a mug well cleansed.

And so with ginger fingers did I
Creak open the Gate and peer inside.

And Lo!
Never in all of time
Paradise
Did I expect to see!
The purest curves of cups and bowls
Glowing demurely back at me.

O, ne'er have you, tumblers, with your
Circus colors and
Wild waves,
Glistened in the golden light
As such the sun provides today.

And you, dear mugs, of sweetest curves
Sing choruses of light divine;
Heralding the morning with
Your gently curving, quiet lines.

I reach into the rainbow,
Reveling
In the crystals of light on each dish.
Nowhere can I find the
Agony of dirt and grime.

You, O mug, I choose for tea.
And never has Earl Grey had a more worthy throne.

But
A cloud passes over
And in the cold second that follows,
I realize the
Blemish
On this 'flawless' vessel.

Vengeance via Doodles!

It was blindingly sunny and warm; and the most sublime of spring breezes was blowing through campus. The blazing silk grass and wispy blue skies bespoke our coming rebirth into summer...

At least, it was that way yesterday. Today Washington decided to live up to its stereotypical fickleness and BLESS US with a cold shock and frigid cloudy winds. >_<

So, in resentment *cough* of you California people who seem to have warm weather right now, I am going to throw a bucketload of various doodles at you. :D My apologies!

First up, a work-in-progress of some weird-looking people from Naruto (The samurai-turned-Batman fellow is my favorite):



Second, another WIP of Silver; the heroine of my imaginary graphic novel, Blight (named for and inspired partially by Hopkins' poem Spring and Fall):



And lastly, our favorite manly man (ahahah), Howl. This one I did while nearly falling asleep at school, which is why it's so horrible:


Whee! I hope you're all enjoying your warm weather! *not bitter* ^_^

P.S. If you click on the pictures, you can see their wretched mistakes even closer up! :D

On a Happy Note

EXCITEMENTNESS: You can get the sheet music for Howl's Moving Castle free at this site:

http://www.pianomoz.com/howl-moving-castle.htm
(You should all learn Merry Go Round Life and play it on your beautiful, sensitive pianos so I can hear it; Baldwin's pedal is malfunctioning. :P)

Did I mention that it's free?! And excellent quality?! And the bestest waltz ever?!

Also, if you have seen/liked Nausicaa, you can get the sheet music here (the advanced version of Requiem is wonderful, by the way!)

http://ichigos.com/sheets/n
(Yay for stretchy bass clef parts that wreck your pinky...:D)

Also, this is kind of irrelevant to the majority of this post, but my Logic teacher made a very interesting statement the other day that I've been trying to wrap my dense noggin around...

"Mercy is the perfection of justice."

What do you guys think? As far as the nature of God is concerned (which is pretty darn far, if I recall correctly :), does this fit?

I hope you are all having a lovely weekend! Spring quarter is ZOOMING by at unholy speeds...