Sunday, December 26, 2010

D?




MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I had a swell time.



This guy's been hanging out in my sketchbook. He, Lucas, and an Asian girl. I'm thinking something that starts with a D. Damien? Darien? Dante? Drew?
The original sketch is a bit angrier looking, but I'm feeling much better now.
The quote is from "Missed the Boat" by Modest Mouse.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Back!

Let the onslaught of people-seeing begin.

But really, there's a long list and time seems to be going much more quickly than I feel comfortable with.

Speaking of time...
I spent a good amount of time in the airport waiting for my flight after it got delayed, and this is what I did-






Now you may be thinking to yourself, "Yes Genevieve, we know you get excited when you can draw hands so that they are at least recognizable as hands, but this sketch is barely recognizable as a hand at best so what is the point of posting it?"
and I will tell you what the point is.
Did you notice that the hand in question happens to be a right hand? And would it make any difference if I mentioned that I drew this hand while looking at my own hand for reference?
...
I DREW WITH MY LEFT HAND
which, in case you didn't know, happens to kind of be a slightly medium-large deal seeing as how I'm right-handed.


Okay, sorry, I'm just really proud of myself. I promise not to let my head/ ego get too big.



In other news-
I've got sore throat and my mother made this awful concoction of vinegar and honey. It works better than anything I've ever had, but (as you might be able to imagine) it isn't the best tasting thing in the world. Not the worst, but not the best. Plus I just took some on an empty stomach, and now it feels like my gut is on fire. Not pleasant.

Also, I drew a picture of one of my family's cats.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

12/7

The word part of this is long and rambling, so I'll put up the picture first.
Tada! My mini-tree!





I finished reading No One Belongs Here More Than You. Mind blowing.

And this is my adventure from yesterday.




It was a snowball of events, in the best sense. It started with super glue, to repair the headphones, which made it possible to listen to music while biking, which made it easier to not think about the burn of long-ignored muscles as they carried my body and messenger bag down the road that led to a bookstore. The bookstore was my first stop, and I soaked in it like a tired mother/nurse/(anyone-who-works-as-hard) soaks in a steaming bubble bath; grateful, sighing, sinking, and not thinking about anything in particular except the wonderful feeling of just existing. Books reached out to me, held me, stroked my back and whispered words of rest and comfort that no one else knew to say. Time let go of me, and I let go of Time, and we ignored each other for an infinity of moments as I allowed myself to become consumed by the rows and rows and rows of books. I bought two, and they were the weight of feathers on my shoulders- that is to say, wings- along with a scone and a small hot chai. The scone proved rather difficult, as I was untaught in the art of managing not to scatter crumbs, but I did learn how to only scatter them on the plate in front of me. It wasn’t until my scone was gone and my cup emptied and the first book half read that I felt maybe, perhaps, I should move on? The suggestion was brought up hesitantly in my mind; seeing as how I felt no serious urge to reject the idea, I began walking. My feet carried me to Anthropologie (I’m not afraid to say the name!). The feeling of belonging hit me rather like a belly flop into water, except without the pain and discomfort that follows; the sudden strike, and then a gentle float to the bottom of the pool. This pool smelled like everything I wanted to smell like, with lovely textures and gorgeous colors and patterns and pages and everything was beautiful. From this point on, words begin to fail me. I ceased to think in coherent sentences or thoughts, and generally ceased thinking at all; I let the wave of my five immediate senses wash over me, and over, and over, until I was saturated and full and drunk with it. Honey and The Moon- it was the scented lotion that I rubbed on my hands after leaving the dressing room, as if it could lift away the moment of guilt I felt after admitting that yes, the pants fit, but I didn’t think that I would be buying them. There was a hope inside me that the worker understood, that she could see something in my eyes that explained that I belong here but I will never be able to belong here. The scent of it filled me, and satisfied me; I left with it delicately holding onto my skin, along with the growing sense that I was a stranger in this place. The people with their false hair, faces, loves, lives. I could feel myself pushing through them; nearly laughed out loud when I thought of how ridiculous they looked. How can you loathe something so absurd? The man who doesn’t glance twice when his wife detaches from his arm to enter into a jewelry store; the face with uncertain age, stretched and pulled until it is monstrous in form; another man, walking alone with his cigarette, dressed all in expensive black clothes and black hair and a swagger that speaks of easy living- him I found especially humorous, for some reason. The way he strutted, almost gesturing with his arm as he brought the cigarette to his mouth and back down; his dark wardrobe that made him look like a waiter. That was probably it- for all his fancy clothes, he looked like a sleazy waiter in a rundown bar, the kind that buys his fancy suits with other people’s money. Before he could pass me, I crossed the street to where I had propped my bike. Earlier I had prayed that it wouldn’t get stolen, and I was relieved to find it whole and still in place.
After the first time I crossed the busy streets on my return journey, I didn’t have to stop to wait to cross the rest of the way. I let the falling night jangle inside my head, strumming the tight strings of consciousness that I hadn’t played in a while. Tunes of light blue fading into yellow, searching for the shade of green in between them and getting distracted by the sliver of moon above the horizon and the silhouette of a large cactus; the cacophony of riding on the side of the road so that traffic was coming towards me, catching me in their tunnels of dry air and dust, highlighting me with their cones of light; the symphony of cool air on my arms, caressing my face, running its fingers through my hair and down my neck- the song of living filled me, and I laughed with the small gasping breathes that I could take from the lungs unused to being put through this much activity at once. Bursts of laughter, throwing my head back for a moment until I remembered that I might crash, laughing again at the thought and riding on. My pace slowed for the final stretch, as my muscles went to a numb fire and my mind grasped for straws. Could this last forever, just this once? But then a small thought floated to the surface- the blue-yellow has changed to indigo-blue, and it is time to be home. Yes, I whispered to myself, home.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

well, damn.




Sometimes there are these moments -
(Before I continue with that sentence, I feel the need to warn you that I have no sense of time whatsoever and when I say 'moments' I think I mean 'hours' or 'extended periods of time'. Just so you're aware and don't feel cheated when I say something like, 'the other day' and really it was half a year ago. Because I do things like that. We're going to continue now.)

- where I sink into this sort of... I don't know what to label it, but I just start to examine everything. I'll be taking a walk, and I'll start smiling and then I think, 'Why am I smiling?', and I don't stop smiling but it's just annoying to have to think of answers to everything in my life.

Today was not one of those days.
I don't think I did a single productive thing, but that's okay because
DEATHLY HALLOWS.
Adoration and wonder and bitter tears.

Also, break ends tomorrow.
Dean Kristy and I are not appreciating that.

ALSO ALSO
Bethany left her mini-pink-plastic Christmas tree here, and now it is up and decorated. Pictures soon, maybe perhaps someday possibly perhaps.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Dandelion with Humor

In case you hadn't heard; if you manage to blow off all the little wispy bits of a dandelion puff, then your wish will come true.
So I was outside, and I had passed this patch of dandelion puffs and I had been tempted every time to just pick them all and start making wishes, but I was always nervous of one of the students seeing me and then proceeding to believe that I don't deserve my job. Anyways. School is on break now, so I decided to finally cave in to my desire.
I picked a full-looking puff, hoping that it would make my wish more likely to come true if I got it all. I prepped myself with a few deep breaths, and used as much air & force possible to blow off the seeds. You might be able to imagine my pleasant (and a little annoyed) surprise when all the bits flew off not even halfway through my monster-blow. My wish (I'm sure it's okay if I tell you) was for all my friends and family to be happy.
'What luck!' I thought to myself, ‘That was too easy! I should make another wish, to take advantage of this.'
So I picked another dandelion puff, made my wish, and blew.
Half of the seed fluffs remained when I was through.

There was a moment of disbelieving silence in my thoughts, and then I started laughing. My wish that time had been something along the lines of, 'to fall in love with someone who loves me, as opposed to someone I have no chance of ever getting'.

So today, I learned that it is best to wish prosperity for other people rather than oneself.
And also that I will be a spinster forever, which isn’t such a bad thing in the end but it’s terribly hard to explain.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

HEY ALLEN LOOK I DID IT!

You don't even know how proud I am of myself right now.
TADA!

I love the whole world

So it's really late/ early here right now, and I'm awake because I can't go to sleep and there are all these things that my subconcious wants me to do but I haven't figured what exactly those things are.
The point is.
I was on facebook
-(admit it, facebook is where you go when you're bored. Or youtube. Okay, I'm not going to lie to you, I have three tabs open right now: one of them is this page, one of them is facebook, and the other is youtube. I have nothing else to do at 2:30 in the morning, okay?)-
and it really hit me that a good portion of the messages I've been receiving have been things along the vein of, "I miss you."


And after it hit me, I just let it sink in.


People miss me.


Now if I follow that little thread with some reasoning and logic, and I can assume that there are people who care for me and love me and want me to be with them in person because they enjoy my presence.


Then my insides started to feel warm and fuzzy and I was filled with happiness,
and then I started to feel a little bittersweet because
I miss them too.

There are friends of mine all over the place, at this point. Life just developes that way, with our little ripples of friendship spreading outwards until we are almost spread too thin. Except we (I) have to realize the we (I) will never be spread too thin, because there are people who love us (me), and really that's what makes all the difference.




I don't know if this post came to a nice little end point, or if anyone will read it
(Soogie or Alia or Allen or DJ or Meg, at this point, are the only people I can think of who might even be aware of this blog, and who knows if they'll read this)
BUT
I just needed to get that out of my system and this was a good place to do that.


This basically sums me up right now-


(Huzzah for youtube and Discovery channel!)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

flipped not-alien





I'll admit it... I flipped alien-guy and re-did it so that he looks more human-ish.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Summer's Gone






Did I mention that I love Aberfeldy?
This one is on a post-it note. Rather tiny.

Monday, November 1, 2010

alien!







Alien-ish, at least.
Glowing eyes accomplished with highlighter and mini-blacklight thing.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

uncomfortable






Did this one on the plane. It was one of those tiny ones, with only two thin seats and almost zero space in any direction; not very comfortable at all.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

fluffy animal







I am so incredibly proud of this dog sketch. I mean, I had an image that I was looking off of, but I didn't trace or anything like that and IT'S JUST SO CUTE.
Still no scanner, so I have resorted to taking pictures, like most everyone else.
(See, this did have a point!)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Love is an Arrow- Aberfeldy

So, this video is adorable.



"Love is a fire that you can't control; it burns in the middle, and it leaves a hole."

♥ ♥ ♥


Also,
VISITING LANCE ON WEDNESDAY!
Looking forward to that trip, so so SO much. He is a darling, and I trust his judgement in friends so I'm positive that we're going to have a blast together.

In other news-

1) I have the choice of possibly going to either Brazil or Italy. Brazil would be a mission trip and would cost slightly less, and Italy would be a sightseeing kind of thing. Money is going to be an issue in both cases.
2) My family has no idea how to handle my younger sister, and I can't do anything to help. Rage.
3) Officially okay with being single. One of the students was suggesting that I should start "talking" to one of the other staff members, and all I could think was, "No no, not for me." Is that actually a bad thing? Whatever.
4) Loved learning this little fact- staff look forward to breaks even more than the students do. For serious. I include myself in that statement, which is why visiting Lance is going to be fun.
5) On the way back from Walla Walla, I have a layover long enough to where I can go to Pike's Place Marketplace! Exciting!
6) I miss people.
7) It's not just that. I miss my friends, but I know that I'll see them or talk to them again someday and that's good enough most of the time. But then these random silly moments I'll just get crushed by this giant ball of something, and no one will be there and all I can do is suck it up and make myself some tea.
8) I've been drinking a lot of tea.
9) I feel the need to reassure you that I just really like tea. I love it, in fact. Tea is amazing. My current favorite is this chamomile tea that Hayde gave me. She bought it thinking it was chai, and was very disappointed to discover that it said "calm", not "chai". Common misunderstanding.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Not dead, I promise.











So a few weeks back, I found out that "educators" get a discount at Barnes & Noble. THEN I saw that there was a sale on Moleskin sketchbooks & journals, THEN I remembered that my mother has a B&N membership.
So I bought one.
I'M SO EXCITED.
My old sketchbook still has empty pages, though, so I won't really start in on this one until the old one is all filled up.

Also-
I'm fine.
I love my job.
There are these moments where I just get so tired or frustrated, but underneath of everything is this amazing ocean of calm content and joy...
So yeah.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

three tone





More messing around in ms paint while I was subbing.
Except this probably could've stayed as a duo-tone kind of thing...
Eh. Oh well.
I miss my dad's tablet. T_T

Monday, September 20, 2010

Ocean?





So the computers in the lab here have MS Paint, right? That generic paint program? Well this time it has a few different brush settings, like water color and oil paint. No blending tool, though.

The point is-
this is me having fun with it while I was subbing a class.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Mumford & Sons - The Cave






SO MUCH LOVE for these guys.
I finally have their album Sigh No More, and it was on repeat for a good portion of the day yesterday. I'm a little behind the times with these things, but still. I need something to cheer me up after missing the Ludo concert in Columbus last week. T_T

So, I figure that I'll give an update on life thus far? Since I'm here already.

Just worked a week without Dean Kristy. Mrs Warren was fantastic enough to find a sort of substitute dean willing to put in a few hours, and I'm pretty sure I would've been a complete zombie by now if it hadn't been for that. I learned that I am a strong person, and I know for sure that I can handle a lot more than I think I can. Needless to say, I never want to be put in a situation where I HAVE to handle anything like that again, but still. Working long hours plus being exposed to sick girls equals an immune system on vacation and strep throat. It came just in time for homeleave, thank God, so I have time to recuperate in peace. After this I plan on going poolside and letting the sun soak it out of me. Other than that I've been eating grapefruit & honey like it's my job, because it's a lot tastier than apple cider vinegar & honey and works almost as well on sore throats.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Almost





The guy is slightly blurry because my scanner was being unpleasant.

This has a bit of a story behind it...

In this book I read, one of the main characters had an interesting theory about soulmates and such. Something along the lines of- there are so many people in the world that could be soulmates; but the chances of them being in the same country, state, city, even the same coffee shop, and then meeting each other, are so small that people stick with the "one true love" idea. There's a possiblity that any person you pass on the sidewalk and don't interact with could potentially be your soulmate, and neither of you would be aware of it.
I only really remember that part of the book, because she said something poetic about feeling the tunnel of their passing every time she met someone's eyes and realized that they could've been "the one". Plus there was an illustration.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Thursday, August 5, 2010

self






This is the closest I've come to making a self-portrait that looks anything like me.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Saturday, July 31, 2010

invisible enviroment?





So I really like this one, minus her hair because I feel as if it doesn't match but the point is-
She looks like a bamf.
Also, pretend that there is some sort of steps or railing or I don't even know, there is something going on and you'll have to use your imagination because I am too lazy to draw whatever it is that she's leaning/ sitting on.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

this hand!




Haha! I'm just not going to explain this, since it doesn't really matter.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

fluffy animals






Highlighter & pen combo.
Hate feet, blob hands.
I'll figure it out eventually.

Friday, July 23, 2010

en garde!





AMIRITE?

I just noticed that the melting girl and Deiter (looked it up, apparently it means "army of the people" but anyways) have a similar looking face, which is funny because I drew her some time last year & him quite recently.
Pointless information over with.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

SO HOT





Most people wonder how I'm going to survive Arizona if I'm complaining about the heat here.
The answer is: I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.

AAAAAHHHH I'M MEEEEELLLLTTIIIIIIIIINNNGGGGG!

Monday, July 19, 2010

slightly uncertain?





Let the sketch-ness begin.


This is a guy who's been creeping around my sketches pretty regularly, so I named him Lucas, but now I'm thinking maybe Geoff...?

Monday, July 5, 2010

AC? What's that?

So this was supposed to be my sort of blog on the side, to help me vent or whatever, but I never really use it anymore.
For a while there I considered making it into a sort of... I don't know what the word is, but I'd put my sketches on here and then in the future I would come back and think, "Wow I was a horrible artist, did I really think that was good?" Or something like that.
Except somebody has taken the tablet pen and hidden it, so I'd probably have to scan things in and I hate our scanners- one of them blurs anything that isn't in the dead center and kind of makes things yellowish, the other one leeches out all the colors and bleaches everything. I mean, there's probably something I could do to fix that, but the point is-

I'm moving to Arizona the 1st of August.
It's going to be life-changing and I'll learn things and probably grown up a bit more and things will change. I don't know what exactly, but they will.

And I'm so excited about it.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

SCREEEEEECH!





This is a pretty accurate depiction of my first driving experience.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

What is this STRESS you speak of?

I'm not really used to being stressed, and... this first year of college has just been ONE GIANT LEARNING EXPERIENCE,
so of course it's been a GIANT BALL OF STRESS, as well.

I never really had anything to get stressed about, before this. I was smart enough to get through school without working too hard for it, although that ended up hurting me in the end, since I did zero work at all. Even the situations where it was slightly killing me because I had waited until the last moment to do EVERYTHING, that was just one or two problems at a time, as well as being a direct result of my own stupidity.

Plus, I am COMPLETELY FAIL at planning things ahead of time.
And people think that's kind of amusing sometimes, maybe endearing, but to me it's just annoying as hell. It's not that I don't try to plan things, because I do. It's just that my brain literally CANNOT THINK THAT FAR AHEAD. I'll say, "Okay, next week I'll do this. Great!" and then I'll get there and be like, "Oh crap, I forgot that I had this and this and this to do, too! T_T"
Or something like that.
It's really, really, annoying.
Especially now that all I've been trying to do is planning things.

I'm so excited for when I'll have all of this figured out, and I can go back to living in the moment.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

UGH.


(crappy sketch comics for the win)

I wouldn't be upset if this is what had actually happened.
Instead, it turned into a situation where I was the only one who said anything at all, and I had no clue how to handle the whole mess, and my brain was in shut-down-and-panic mode. I realize that I probably should've brought up a common interest or something, but that doesn't do me any good now. Mostly my focus was, "Don't compare them, don't compare them, don't compare them!" and, "AUGH!"

Haha, I'm terrible with people! =D


Also-
Update:
I basically officially have the job in Arizona.
All I need to do is sign the contract when it gets here via the mail, and I'll be set.

SO INCREDIBLY STOKED.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

(PS-
I started reading the sketch comic thing as if it were a manga, and I confused myself. This is probably a sign that I should lay off on that for a while...)

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

ten! honest things.

Tagged by Alia! I was going to write a poem with the honest things, but it would've ended up being long and I feel as if I have too many poems about myself anyways.
You know, it's interesting that the word "tagged" has been taken from a kids' game & applied to this action, since it fits in a way and everything, but anyways. Right.

1- I have this weird way of either over thinking everything I say, or not thinking at all before I say something. There's no happy medium. So most of the time I end up looking either quiet/ shy, or a little ditsy/ weird.

2- I actually love cleaning. This was something I didn't even realize until I was listening happily to my ipod while scrubbing stairs with a toothbrush. MVA did strange things to me.

3- Whenever I say something mean, I feel really guilty about it; whether the person deserves it or not. So I end up never saying most of the mean things that I'm thinking.

4- Of my many weaknesses, my problems with motivation are the worst. It's not that I have a lack of motivation- I'm just motivated towards the wrong things. For example, cleaning the kitchen so I can bake cookies, as opposed to doing my homework so I can get good grades. Maybe it's more of a priority problem, actually.

5- I don't believe in soulmates. I believe that, in the capacity of a friend, there can be someone who seems like they're a part of you. But I think romance is a totally different field.

6- This might not sound totally believable, but I have a scientific mind. I enjoy knowing things; how things happen, for what purpose they happen, what causes them to happen... It's not that I'm distanced emotionally, it's just that I have to examine some emotions before I can admit to them.

7- With absolutely no exaggeration, I tell you that I am addicted to music. I tried to give it up once, for a few days: It nearly drove me crazy.

8- When I envision people in my head, they're smiling and laughing, almost always. Unless I REALLY dislike them.

9- Cookie dough tastes better to me than the actual cookies, most of the time.

10- Augh, I can't think of any more. Ummmmmmm... ? I'm terrified to fall in love.


---
WOW, that was harder than I thought it would be. Partly because most of the things I was going to put down could be inferred after spending 10 minutes with me.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Thought I might update-

There's a large possibility that I'll be going to Arizona to be an assistant girls' dean at a boarding school there.

I'm about 2/3 excited, and 1/3 everything else.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

So. Ah. Well, then.

Still lacking in direction & motivation & all those things that other people seem to have, but I've survived thus far.



My current thoughts are:

Is it so bad to be absorbed in the moment, and not worry about the future?

Is it selfish of me not to care?

Would I be happier if I stopped thinking so deeply?




DID YOU KNOW-
You don't think in words all the time, which is why it's so hard to describe something you were positive that you had figured out in your head.
This interesting & useless fact brought to you by my psychology professor.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

not to make you worry or anything,

but I don't really recognize myself anymore.

I think I'm going to need to figure that out soon, sometime this weekend maybe.

I'll put it on the To Do List

(above 'do homework' and below 'get a job'.)