A Collection of Scattered Thoughts: September 2013

Monday, September 30, 2013

Wise words

"Oh, to be a university student. It seems that one could pass 10,000 lifetimes here, and barely scratch the surface of human possibility."

"Sometimes the greatest strength lies in the power to get out of bed and face another day."

And occasionally, I quote myself.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

No Gray Area

September

Printed out panda. Pencil out important areas. These pencil marks become indents on the scratch-board.

I used a push-pin to scratch away the black covering on the surface. I happened to do this in line for the Ute Football game.

more and more...

And more. My camera was having trouble focusing, so I had to include some clutter. Oh well.

Showing the black... use of negative space, I guess

Now he can stare at you...

Now he's done.

September 21st
Apparently, once a year the Daily Universe puts together a "day in the life" project once a year, inviting students to be journalist for a day and post the photos (From Midnight to Midnight) to their Facebook page.
I missed the deadline for that.

But, here's a Blog.

Friday night.

We played Fugitive at 12:45

Marissa, Emmalie, and I ran through construction, hopped a fence, and almost made it the the building without being caught.

And when we were done, we decided to blow up McKenzie's phone with selfies.

When it was our turn to be cops, Marissa and I hid in the bushes of a main road. Invisible and silent. They sent out a scout, and we scared the living daylights out of him (and a few people who were on our team) but we didn't actually catch anyone.

And in the morning, we made pancakes. I made the normal ones, and Marissa made German ones.

And then I did laundry (oh, the joys! No photos... that's a bit dull.)

And then we rented a puppy. His name is Coach, and as you can see he is totally adorable.

Marissa went to save spots in line at noon. I went to sit with her at 2, because they were "condensing" the line.

We napped.

I did a side-project

Emmalie gave us Spirit Paint when she came along.

We also got free T-shirts.

There was a parade
We saved seats, people came, I ran off to pick up a package my Uncle sent from home, dropped it off, and ran back to the Stadium.

LOTS of people. Lots of noise. Lots of fun. We lost. But with a score of 20-13 IN 2013... I'd say it's still a good game.

Monday, September 23, 2013

A five minute storm

First a drip, then a drop.

Pitter-patter.

Stop.

Here a splat,

Large and fat.

It's raining now, and falling fast.

The fat drops thin and harden to hail,

any attempts to avoid it fail.

But give it just a minute more

and the sun shines just as it did before.

(Let us all pause a moment, and be impressed that this poem was written a full 5 days before the Sunday once-a-week due date.)

Friday, September 20, 2013

Ari-bear

This is the story of a girl who inspired me.

She's basically the reason I started blogging.

I followed her blog and was blown away by it.

From the little doodles and gifs to powerful insights and intense emotion.
I saw how much she was accomplishing through her Blog, and I wanted something like that.

And here I am today.

Happy Birthday, Ari!

Thanks for doing my hair when I'm not so good at being a girly-girl.

Thanks for being a second-big sister

and a fearlessly forgiving friend.

Thanks for doodling and writing haikus.

I still have them.

Thanks for smiling. You really brighten up the day.

Thanks for being strong. It's never easy.

Thanks for being a good example.

Thanks for the movie-nights.

We were the unbeatable pair in the Music Game.