*Angry Treskie Noises*

It's been ages!

You guys are so Treskie deprived! (I know, such a loss.)


Here's the thing:

I am in a drawing funk. 

And it's the worst kind of drawing funk, because I want to draw. I want to draw all the things. I want to draw more Phantom fanart, because, believe it or not, I'm still in love with that musical. I want to draw fanart for books I've been reading. I want to finish that Supernatural fanart that I promised Cait forever ago. I want to draw Hannah's character. I want to illustrated songs! (Particularly Right Field and And Then He Kissed Me.) I want to draw and draw and draw!

And I can't.

Because for some reason, my brain and my hand aren't speaking to each other. (I think they had a fight or something.) And they aren't communicating. My brain goes, "Do this!" and my hand shrieks "NEVAH!" and it's all very irritating.

.... And by irritating I mean infuriating.

I'm sure anyone who does any form of art can understand this. Writers, artists, poets... whatever. There are just times when, even when you have the best of intentions, the art does not come.

I plan to watch this very soon.

I have tried to do art.

And after a good long while of sadness and wasted paper,* I resort to tears** and netflix.

*expensive wasted paper.
**not really.


In the meantime, since drawing is apparently not going to happen, I've been doing other stuff.*

*new stuff, old stuff, shiny stuff.

Mostly this other stuff is reading.

A.) THE NEW PENDERWICKS BOOK!!! Aaaah! It's so good! Definitely one of my favorites in the series. But I will admit, it has been a long time since I cried that hard over a book. So many tears. (And I'm not joking there, I was a wet mess.)

Ugh, just read the whole series.

THIS IS ANOTHER CAUSE FOR ANGRY TRESKIE NOISES! I want to fanart about the Penderwicks, and helloooo, drawing funk.


B.) I re-read the first Bartimaeus book, because Jonathan Stroud is basically an awesome author. I guffawed again, because Bartimaeus is a dork.

I want to draw fanart for that too. *Angry Treskie noises*

C.) Kat found a new series by the aforementioned Jonathan Stroud. How he wrote it without my knowledge is beyond me, but I am reading book one with voracious vigor, and I'm loving every moment of it. It's about Ghost Hunters and I feel creeped out sometimes, and it's delicious. (No, Cait, it's not a Supernatural rip-off, cool your jets.)

*Angry Treskie noises commence with angst, because the fanart that could be is not coming*


I lost my old kneaded eraser, which meant I had to open the new one that I've had since Christmas. AND THIS IS HOW WEIRD I AM. I COULDN'T USE IT. See, kneaded erasers are supposed to be squished and yanked and... well kneaded. They're like clay. You need to manipulate them, and work them in, so they erase beautifully. But they come in such perfect little squares that I couldn't make myself ruin the beauty of this symmetry. I posted on tumblr about it.

Yep. It took me three days to actually use it, and in the end, I had to get my friend to do the initial kneading of it, because I couldn't make myself. I AM A DORK.


We have started re-watching Monk. Monk is a dork.


I am working on a Defense of Raoul post. I was planning to decorate it with drawings. That won't happen. (See above for reasons.)

We've been listening to a lot of oldies at work, and it's really put me in an oldies mood, and I've listened to this song a ridiculous amount. (And this clip is hilarious.)

It's cute!

Well, he walked up to me
And he asked me if I wanted to dance
He looked kinda nice
And so I said, "I might take a chance"
When he danced, he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shinin' bright
And then he kissed me

I took this picture today and it made me really happy.

I have to sing two solos for my voice class final on Tuesday!!! If all goes well, and I remember the camera, I might post videos of them later..... But until then, pray that my cold/allergies go away and I can actually sing.

Because I'm not sure if I have a cold or really bad allergies. All I know is that the air is pretty much green with pollen and I have a weird voice thing going on at the moment.

It's finally warm enough to go swimming, which we did. I'm very proud of being a mountain lake girl, I can swim in coooold water and it's not that big of a deal. Well let me tell you. IT WAS A COLD FIRST SWIM, OKAY?? FREEZING. My wrists were so numb my hands wouldn't stand up. Aaah good times.

We rewatched the Princess Bride and quoted the whole movie along with the actors.

We listened to this really awesome sermon.

I broke my favorite sandals.

I'm going now.

Baii.*

*I apologize for any typos in this post. I'm tired and I don't feel like proofing it.