Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Allergies

The pollen is in the air. It crawls up my nose and causes catastrophic sneezes and extreme eye itchiness. With the combination of eye rubbing and tiredness, my eyelids are a strange lavender color. My catastrophic sneezes start at my waist and then move up until they escape with a ridiculously enormous ACHOO! In the summer sagebrush makes my eyes turn as red as if I had pinkeye, and I can't go two minutes without sneezing.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Tumble (3/31)


I'm launching myself into the air, my arms and shoulders preparing to catch me. I forgot how much fun this was. Once my hands hit the ground, my muscles move automatically, and my feet are on the ground. My forward motion pushes my forward, onto my hands and knees, but I am smiling, and I get up and do it again. I feel powerful and strong. I do it again, left foot forward, hopping on it, swinging my right leg into the air. I bring it down, and jump forwards and up. I reach out my arms, my body in the air, stretching to the ground. My hands hit, and I do a shrug that helps my body spring off of the ground and into the air again. My feet come towards the ground, and my back bends as my feet hit the ground and my arms swing in front if me at a ninety degree angle from my torso. Front handspring.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sick and Tired (29/31)

I don't feel good. My stomach is hurting, and I have a killer headache. I feel like someone has stolen the first two layers of my skin. Everything hurts. I watch tv, because there really isn't anything else to do. I try watching while sitting upright, but it's not really working very well. I lie down, and that's uncomfortable so I sit back up. This means I get stomach bubbles and I run to the bathroom. Nothing. Ugh.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Being Etti (26/31)

Ok. I am Etti. There are three questions to choose from as finalists. number 1: What is in the 4th dimension? Number 2: Are Eyebrows facial hair? and Number 3: My brother swallowed a fish!! How can I get him to puke it up? A very close race. But I'm Etti, so I will choose whichever one I can talk about lard and taters in. I have made my decision.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

(25/31)

I am dreaming. The forest below me are shrouded in thick mist that disguises all movement until it reaches the very uppermost limbs of the trees. I am on a large platform with a house like structure in the center of it. It is build around the tree in the middle of the platform, which is made of branches tied together with ropey vines. There is a ladder going down into the mist below me, and the mist evaporates around a shape coming out of the void. It is a combination of a mermaid and a zombie, long yellowed blonde hair stringy and hanging down it's mottled grey-blue back. It bursts up through the floorboards of the platform, hunched over, snarling, teeth barred, long fingernails curling over it's fingertips.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Failed internet. (23/31)

I'm trying to record a song that I'm playing on my guitar. My webcam needs a high speed internet connection. Poop. Anyway, I'm listening to spotify on my phone. There is one thing I can listen to on there, which is the black widow album by In This Moment. It's great. It's sexy in the way Patti talks about, something interesting, cool, and new. I love it. The weird combinations of rap and metal. I don't like rap, and I only like some metal, but this album is awesome. In theory it is terrible, the songs don't go together at all, and the lyrics kind of suck, but the songs are so fun to listen to. I'm addicted to this (That was a reference Sloan, be proud of me).

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Pick a name; any name. (22/31)

"Pick a name, and I will draw it," I said. My results are surprising, as are some of the names. I draw some one minute cartoon drawings, and one rough sketch of Gary Schwilldebertie's head. These drawings should be the cast of a cartoon horror movie, with Chumpkin at the forefront.
Gary works at a paper distributing firm. He has chronic boredom. 

Chumpkin just wants to be loved. He's very happy, but only if you come a little closer so he can give you a hug.

Tweezer is a professional cheerleader who is addicted to plastic surgery.

This is how we all feel inside. 


Professional bodybuilder. 

And this weird lady.