Saturday, November 30, 2013

All the Things

This (I guess) is supposed to be a self portrait. For some reason, whenever I draw myself, I never put a face. My mom (a clinical psychologist) told me that this signals something like that I'm unsure of my identity but I told her I just suck at drawing faces.
And she's like, "Oh, yeah well that's a reason too."
And that be the truth.
But I guess I wrote "all the things" because my mind is usually everywhere at once.
Today (the 26th) I can tell you that on my mind there was:
  • packing to go to Thanksgiving
  • making a t-shirt design
  • trying to fix the design when I screwed up
  • work for an English project
  • the idea that I should be working on AP Gov and Spanish
  • the name of a song my friend showed me the night before
  • charging all my electronics
  • finishing my book
  • cleaning the bathroom
  • thinking about Catching Fire
  • thinking about where I put my black tank-top
  • thinking about Marvin (who is still stuck in the black hole)
So yeah. Usually I can separate stuff, but sometimes I feel like I just need to sit down and focus on one thing or try to meditate, which is super hard for me since I need to keep moving and ultimately trying to plan ahead.
Caring and sharing time for all. Catch you later.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Blue Ombre (1st Thanksgiving Doodle Post)

So this is just me being bored and doing some ombre. I love the trend and how the colors meld into the next, and sometimes I'll try it on my hair with hair chalk. Except the colors usually run into each other, and I'm also running out of the blues and purples, which are my favorites.
When I first started doing this one (out of boredom) I though it sort of looked like fish eggs.

Thursday, November 28, 2013


Hey y'all.
Now I know that not everybody celebrates Thanksgiving, but it is probably my favorite holiday. You get to spend time with your family and catch up, you get to share a really tasty meal together, and then you play dice games for presents and you steal them from one another at the end of the game.
Oh, you don't do this? Then welcome to Bonco.
Anyways, I decided to post up a couple of doodles from my little kid program and what they are supposed to be/mean for the next couple of days. So I hope you enjoy!
Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving and holidays!

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

What's in My Drain?

It bubbles and gurgles
 and spits water back up
and it floods the sink every time I turn on the tap.
Is there a snake in there,
its coils constricted
by the solidarity of the pipes?
Or maybe a turtle
whose beak-like jaws push the water
outwards and upwards
and always overflowing.
Perhaps it's a mouse
constantly pumping water
out of its teeny tiny home
where no one will see.
Maybe it's the sunflower seed I dropped
weeks and months and years ago,
and it lodged itself in the crevices of darkness
and began to grow
feeding off the absence of light
and its own hopes of someday
being able to be seen.
Let's hope it's that.

Monday, November 25, 2013


Man, it was soooo intense.
After the end of the last scene when the Catching Fire symbol comes up and the credits start to roll, one kid in  the audience went "OH SHIT," and that basically summed up the whole movie.
We applauded this magnificent child.
So please go see it. Do it. It's much better than the first one.
Even though I was still cracking jokes throughout most of it. But that's how I was trying to cope with THE TENSION.
P.S Sorry for the swearing, but it is a direct quote and there is no word perfect enough to capture that moment.
But seriously. Run. As. Fast. As. You. Can.

Thursday, November 21, 2013


Just thought you should know...

Thought I Had Today

Okay, so in movies an actor might have to sign their character's name on camera. But what do they do if they are in another movie and they have to sign their other character's name on camera? I mean, yeah it's going to be a different name but they are still going to have the same handwriting/ signature. So do they have to change how they sign or does somebody else sign it for then and all we see is their hand?
Okay maybe this isn't really relevant to anything.
Back to the homeworkz.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Black Hole

I don't know if I've said it before on this blog, but I know I have told my friends and some of my family that I have a black hole that follows me. Except I never know where it is. But it sucks up important things and spits them out (usually after the time I need them) like my turquoise ring, my long, knee-high socks, my War-Heads stash, my umbrella, and my lemon flavored mouth guard. I have lost all these things for around a couple a months, and then POOF! Out of no where they appear, and of course it doesn't matter as much since I have gotten past the time where I needed them.
But this time it  has switched two items, and I need one back.
My cat, Marvin, has disappeared, leaving our house about a week or two ago and not coming back. I'm pretty sure he's with another family since he's pretty friendly, but then something happened on Saturday to make me think otherwise.
I was digging in the back of my closet trying to find a bag, and as I saw it and grabbed it, I heard something plunk out. Something very familiar. Something that had fallen out of many of my bags and down steps and out of cars.
Guys, it was my phone.
Naturally, I chucked it back in the closet and ran away, and when  I was sitting on the bus later that morning, I realized why it had appeared.
The universe had made a trade.
After all my pleas for the return of my phone, it finally answered, but took an unwilling victim (MARVIN McNUT) in my phone's place. And so I want to trade again.
But I don't think that is going to happen.
Don't black holes just suck?
Probably the drawing I am most proud of besides my ghost pickle.

Sunday, November 17, 2013


Yeah okay now that's all for today.

Checking Up On You Guys

Hey everyone!
I know I haven't posted something in a few days, so I just wanted to write something in order to see what was going on with you guys.
I had a weird, sort of stressful Saturday, but it ended out okay and I was allowed to breathe a deep sigh of relief. The minute I got home, I just wanted to laugh it off (sort of in a insane person way) and be happy I got through it, and just happy it happened. So I kind of did. Then I read some and went to bed.
Today I'm trying to get at least halfway through a paper that I'm not really enjoying writing. At all. I like the book that it's going to be on, but I also hate that sometimes in school you dissect a book you like to the point where it starts losing the meaning it had to you before. Now you have to factor in all the other information you are "supposed" to know, which seems to be ultimately more important than whatever you thought. And I'm glad that we get to talk about underlying meanings and symbolism and stuff, because I actually find that interesting. But once my friend was talking about how she interpreted a short story we read in class to our teacher, and they told her that was wrong.
And that bothered me because, hey, we all think differently.
Now I get it if she was totally wrong about it, but what she said sounded pretty legitimate and truthful and what could be a meaning of the story. But to just say to her that she was wrong seemed very wrong in itself, especially since the teacher didn't have any back-up information to why she was wrong.
So yeah, I guess this sort of turned into a mini rant, but I'm just really tired and I'm avoiding writing this paper.
Hopefully I'll be able to write more soon!
Is it sad that I have a button with this on it?

Wednesday, November 13, 2013


I have a babushka voice. It is a mix of a loving but sort of stern grandmother, an accent that really could pass for a couple of different countries, and it is one of my favorite things right now. I sometimes wear my special scarf that finishes the babushka look, and then I am completely happy, and I become this babushka character.
I needed to do a speech for this weekend, and when I saw this, I fell in love.  I looked for other speeches anyway, but from the minute I finished this Ted Talk I knew I was sold, and now I am doing it. I didn't even know it was about babushkas until I watched it.
But if you care to watch, it is really interesting and it makes you wonder more about the perseverance of people.
So here.
What did you think? Could you do what they did even knowing the fact that it will kill you?

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

When I Am Angry

When I Am Angry,
I destroy,
the world
in my mind.
There is no one to stop me
and say "That's enough,"
I control my own limits
and today I am not heading the ship.
I am diving to the ultimate depths.
The anchors have been released.
I am unreachable
and uninterested.
Try to find me.
I dare you.
Because if you look
you won't see me in the darkness.

Monday, November 11, 2013


As a kid, I would always start a journal. I would write in it for a couple days, two weeks at best, and then I would forget about it. It'd be too hard to keep up, to think of ideas, to remember everything that happened.
And I sort of feel like this blog could morph into that.
But I'd like to start carrying a journal again, but I feel like I wouldn't know what to put into it.
Ideas like names for my friend's pet turtle?
I really don't know.
If you have a journal, what do you use it for?
And do you recommend a certain size or brand for easiness?
I think I might just pick up a Moleskine.
What do you think?

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Little Seeds

Hey fellow chicos y chicas!
It's good to be back.
I know I've taken a break from writing on Meadow Inferno, but I needed some time to get stuff done and start getting some of the creative juices flowing.
And slowly, it's coming back to me how to write a blog post that I am proud of and is absolutely me.
But I probably won't be posting everyday.
It's hard for me to think of ideas, and while I do love the small, tiny, random thought posts that have been coming up recently, I also like the long, random ones with all the pictures and possibly deeper thoughts and the crazy drawings and the poems and pictures I've come to love.
But today, as I was sitting at my computer writing this in my blazer and pajamas I got to thinking about all those little sentences said by somebody else that get lodged in your brain. They could be positive, they could be negative, they could be sort of both. All it takes is that little utterance, that seemingly un-important comment, the last sentence at the end of a book.
And it starts to take root in your mind.
Before you know it, it has spread to the outer corners of your consciousness, and becomes something that you start thinking about a little more than you probably should. But the roots keep spreading and spreading and taking more of your mind until it's basically all you start thinking about and you need the answer about what it is really about. So you Google it or you try to drop hints to get somebody to talk more about it. And it doesn't really work.
And it goes away.
But then later, what seems like hours, months, years, decades in the future, you get the answer.
And you realize that it wasn't that important at all.
Or maybe it was.
Now I gotta go find my Nutella. I hid it around here somewhere...

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

This Break Thing...

Yeah, it might last longer than I thought.
I'll try to back to you chilluns by Sunday.

Saturday, November 2, 2013


After Monday, I shall start posting again. I really need to recharge from my crazy weekend and get my stuff together.

Friday, November 1, 2013


But I didn't go trick or treating.
No, I really mostly just ate those wafer straw things with the chocolate inside of them.
And then I inhaled some of one and that really hurt.
So I ate twelve more.