glutonous chickens, Tiny Tim and Pumpkin lumps

I've always wanted chickens.  Ever since I was a little girl.  I used to beg my mom and dad for chickens (And I still do somewhat).  I think chickens are wonderful in a featherbrained kind of way.  They're stupid, but their domesticness makes them wonderful.  I've been taking care of my neighbor's animals while they're off to Disney Land.  Their dogs are alright.  Rosie wont stop barking at me and Bull is ,well, bull-headed.  But their chickens I enjoy. They do absolutely nothing and I'm totally fine with it.  In fact, today their water froze over and when I gave them fresh, unfrozen water they all gathered around the trough like zombies, and I just stood in the cold shed and watched those glutinous drink away at their water.  Sometimes, stupidity awes me.
My father can be so cruel to me sometimes.  He did his dose of cruelty by introducing me to...Tiny Tim...no, not the cute crippled boy with a twisted leg, but a tall, white faced man who played a tiny ukelele and sang soprano.  He creeps me out and his voice is stuck in my head, nay, it's haunting me!  I should have never bought him that ukelele for Christmas.  Now he's thinking of all these ukelele people to show me.  If you don't believe my rambling, see for yourself:

 
Cheesecake balls with pumpkin in it doesn't make a ball...it makes a lump.

The Howling Wind

"I'll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
'Cause it's a bitter world, and I'd rather dream"
-"Lonely Lullaby" by Owl City

Medium:  Nu Pastel

If you want to hear the song that inspired me, click here

I saw it!!!!

Yay!  I saw it! At last I saw it!  Today, I watched The Hobbit in theaters!  And it was amazing (gotta slow down on exclamation points).  I loved it.  It was perfect.  All throughout the movie I was just being absolutely fan girl about it.  I giggled when Bilbo said his Hobbity little things, and I nearly screamed when he lunged at that orc.  And that would have been awkward.  But what was awkward was that I couldn't stop looking at that lumpy, baggy chin flab of the goblin kind.  And I don't know if there was an orc king that was trying to kill Thorin Oakensheild in the book.
All in all, it was incredible, and I am very very satisfied.  I recommend those who have not read the book or seen the movie to do so. 
Oh yes, I forgot my dear little friend Gollum.  He's so wickedly cute!  And adorably funny, even though he wants to eat Bilbo.  And I actually cried when I saw him with that sad and lonely face, with a rotten tear going down his cheek.  No wonder Bilbo had pity on him.
Now, if only I could remember the name of the dwarves.  Let's see, there was, Oin, Gloin, Biffer, Boffer, Bomber, Thorin, Dorin, Kili, Tili--or was it Trili--Balin, Dwalin.........

Is it better to live alone?

I find that when I'm relieved of school and I'm trapped in my home by snow and simply having nothing to leave the house for, I feel more creative.  My mind it seems, grows clearer and I enjoy life a bit more for its simpleness, and I can come up with story ideas, or art projects.  And with me being the youngest in my family and still not being able to drive or have a job (not that I totally desire for it), I find myself home alone.  But I like it that way.  I like having the home to myself.  I don't have any interruptions when I clean the kitchen or make tempting little cherry rounds or read a book.  And then when I do miss my friends at school, I talk to myself, which is totally fine as long as I know it's me I'm talking to.  But then I also grow more shy and reluctant to call people or start up conversations with my neighbors.  And that's simply because I don't want to.  They don't have any desires to climb mountains that don't exist.
But unfortunately school will come.  And I will once again be standing at the bus stop alone.  My shoes freezing to the sidewalk and the only companion to show up will usually be the silent Bean Pole boy who strangely only wears a light jacket.  Then I will be surrounded by people and my mind will grow foggy again.  I may not have the creativity I did before when I was alone and I wont be used to school so I'll have some late assignments.  The only thing I really ever look forward to for school now is my friends.  I enjoy them so much more.  I used to think school was good hard work and joyful, but now I'd prefer a plow for hard work than a math quiz.  School is so unimportant to me now that it's Christmas Break.
Is it better to live alone?  With only a couple companions to keep you entertained.  I enjoy loneliness most of the time but I desire company a lot too.
...I wish I weren't so stupid...

Guillotine

My brother told me a very strange fact:
"You know, when your head gets chopped off you still have consciousness for a little bit."
"Really!" I said
"Yeah, only your unable to breath, so you can't smell and you eventually suffocate.  But you're still aware of everything going on around you.  You can hear it, you can see it, and yeah."
"So--if I were to get my head lopped off, I would actually know that I was just a head rolling around on the ground and I could see the world just spin around as I rolled?"
"Yes, but it would only be for a few seconds and you would just fade...(He sees the grin on my face) you better not be having any ideas!"

No no, I wont chop my head off to enjoy the sensation.  I can only do it once anyway.  But isn't that just cool?  Just think about it:  you can't feel the rest of your body, your heart grows cold so you can't feel any emotions, but the world is spinning around you and you thump your head on the ground.  That's when you realize "My body's gone!"  You roll around, a body-less lump and everyone screams when you approach them.  Then, it all just fades away.   It grows dark and you no longer feel the world tossing you around like the useless head you are.
That kind of sounds cool to me, but I imagine it wasn't for those who did feel the sensation.

Tragic Cruelty

"Go away!"  She screamed, "Go away!"  Her legs were getting sluggish and tired now, and her feet ached to just stop.  But she couldn't stop, he was still running with a skip in his gleeful stride.  How could he not tire after running for so long?  It didn't matter now, she just had to keep running.
She gasped for air, even her heart wished to stop.  If only she could brush this white abyss aside and run now into a world of color, then she could leave behind this frightening man.
"Stop!"  She suddenly wailed.  She wasn't sure why she said that or to whom, but she barely noticed through her throbbing legs and bleeding feet that she was no longer running.  "What do you want from me?"  she managed to say in a gasping breath.  What could she do now?  Where was he?  She looked around desperately, but all she could see was white.  Had she actually out run him?
No.
He appeared almost out of nowhere.  But now he stood right over her.  His eyes flashing with green glint.  A green glint that wanted torture, a broken face.  His lips were as black as Death.  Haunting marks stood on his face.  Perhaps to hide scars?
But his eyes, yes his eyes, were most frightening of all.  She could see no pupil.  It was just black.  And the whites of his eyes, were more white that the white world he was chasing her in. 
Panic flooded her.  She turned to run.  Run for another uncountable time.  Run till her legs would finally give in. Run with all her desperate might.  But a cold hand clasped on her wrist.  This clasp, she noticed, was not in a desire to hold her firm to stick the blade through her heart.  It was beckoning.  Please stay it seemed to have said, if a hand could speak.
She turned to see the hand that beckoned.  The hand on her wrist strangely enough was connected to him.  There was no other entity there to protect her if she stayed.  It was just the two of them, standing in the middle of nothingness.
His eyes changed.  He looked sad, broken, lonely.  How could she help but pity those broken eyes.  It seemed the pain her feet had gone away.  Everything was numb, except for her heart.  It felt wild, on fire like a stallion set free.
Nose to nose they were now.  The silence it seemed had become music to their ears.  "Don't be shy little mouse,"  he whispered in her ear.  She had never heard his voice before.  It was clear, perfect and it sang love.
And then in the silence, they kissed.
[ But remember readers, he wants to see a broken face.  Love is a facade.]
She was so drawn into his pity and love, that she had not noticed his other hand behind his back.  It too clasped something.  And this hand did not beckon.  Had he clasped to her wrist with this hand, it would hold her fast to her torture.  Again, it clasped a small blade.  Reserved for one blood.
The sting of the blade flashed quick and horribly.  What had he done!  They no longer kissed.  Tears of confusion and pain flooded her eyes. "Why?"  she gasped.
His eyes flashed again with the green glint.  Oh, it was glorious to see her broken face.  It was just what he had wanted.  It was all  that he wanted.
A single tear ran down his cheek and touched his cruel grin.  "Why not," was the last thing she heard him whisper.
He rolled his eyes.  And then, with a gentle thud, he fell to the white surface.  Blood stained his monochromatic blouse.  His wicked hand still clasped to the knife in his stomach.  She stood alone now.  It was no longer them.  it was her.  In the white nothingness, she fell to her knees and wept.

(I just love twisted endings)

Medium: ink
in case you were wondering 

It finally dawned on me

People always ask me how I can draw so well.  And my answer would usually be "years of practice"  but that actually isn't it.  I don't really know how I draw so well.  It seems when I want to draw something, I don't just sit around drawing it over and over again until I've finally mastered it.  I usually give up after 10 minutes of unsatisfactory sketches.  I usually never see improvement.  But then one day, I'll just decide to draw it and voila, It looks amazing and I'm satisfied.  You see, I really don't know how I do it.  It just dawns on me is all.
And now Anime has dawned on me.  I've drawn a few sketches, but they were usually really bad.  Then suddenly last night, I got really good at it!  Now I'm super happy that I can draw Anime.
I love this sketch.  She's so cute with those sad eyes.