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Ceril_the_Wanderer
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Name: Michelle
Gender: Female
Interests: Christ-Serving, Trail-Wandering, Tea-brewing, Bookbinding, Art Making, Storytelling, Tree Climbing, and Adventure-Adventuring.
Expertise: Making doodle--(*ahem*) Mnemonic Visual Aids during class, drinking tea, and occasionally scribbling on paper with pencils. I am also an expert at forgetting to wear my shoes outside, making noises instead of words, and spending way too much time watching the animals at the zoo.
Occupation: Art Teacher, Part-Time Pirate
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
7/7/2005
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| If/Whenever I write another story that I plan to illustrate in detail, I will create a place where people live in amoeba-houses that shift and gloopy-wiggle constantly, so there is absolutely no wrong way to draw the architecture. My dear, elusive right angles and logical vanishing points, what have I done to anger you so?
Also, I pledge to never EVER use Google images to research what a compound fracture looks like. Ever again. Especially not right after eating.
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| And whiplash indeed. The past handful of events and days from the past month have been on all ends of the spectrum, in every sense. School to break. Frantic activity to lull to the building pressure again. Family gatherings to traveling silence. Vacation to reality. And so on.
Ach, oh, ohh. So many many things that I cannot even begin to summarize. There is so much done and so much to be on, and I think I'm still vague-minded and travel-woozy from driving back home from Florida yesterday.
After the relative warmth of the south (see above), it was nearly laughable to drive through the desolate night streets of my hometown, slipping and sliding through the unplowed roads, and finding that our driveway was impassable with heaped snow. Dad and I left the car at the side of the road and began shoveling out the entrance as fast as we blearily could, but God was watching out for us, even then. Not ten minutes after we arrived home, well after midnight, a plow truck ambled its way by. The driver said he had finished his route early, and offered to clear out our driveway for free. We smiled, rather flabbergasted, as an hour's worth of work was reduced to ten seconds, and heartily thanked the guy as he rumbled away. Fantastic.
And even so, this was my car in the morning. BEFORE this afternoon's blizzard. AHAHa, isn't it crazy?
Oh. And we left Nicolle behind, and it is strange to travel across a country without her. Our college Bible study group is on a trip in Florida for the next week, and rather than drive her back home just to have her drive back down was silly. So we met up with the tired van caravan at a gas station and felt the emptiness of her seat as we headed back north.
Interesting trip, though. Mom is afraid that it was the last time we'd ever vacation as a family (me gettin' all advanced in years 'n' all)...I think that's too depressing-sounding, though. I have no idea what the future holds, and that is as much a comfort and a unease as it needs to be. Besides, we had some spectacular little moments in the past week. Such as my mom sponteneously starting a 500+ person wave, all by herself, while we waited for a delayed show to start. Or running along a beach with the water winter-cold on our feet, but with a southern sun warming our faces. Or my dad making more puns than should humanly be possible with every waking breath. Or making sheep and cattle noises with my sister as we walked through all the human corrals on the way to a ride.
Augh, so many vague-sounding stories that I should give full voice to. Maybe soon.
AHaha, and in other news, it is 2010. That one caught me completely by surprise.
OH and before I forget, the book I'm reading (see the "currently reading") is FANTASTIC for anyone looking to rethink the way they approach reading and writing as a reader and a writer. It is clear that the appropriately-named Francine Prose loves the written word, and her chapters are more window-openers than instruction manuals. I don't feel like I'm being lectured on the economies of words and paragraphs, but rather having an incredibly nutritious conversation with a friend over some coffee and tea. Heartily recommended.
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I'm so excited that my hands are shaking.
I haven't slept again, but it's DONE the full 200 page rough draft of "To Search" is DONE and it is on TIME and its DONE DONE DONE and my Honors Project Reader-Professors will get it before break and its DONE and I can come out of my room again because its DONE and I don't have to be manacled to my computer anymore because it is DONE AND YES THE ALL CAPS ARE SO NECCESSARY RIGHT NOW.
Now I can work on the illustrations over break without guilt.
Oh my gosh.
Six years.
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| Still working on the Last Paper of my college career. Must send in soon.
Nearly finished with "To Search." Cannot believe it is nearly complete.
Climbed a vertical mile. Never worked so hard to get a t-shirt before.
Haven't slept in days. Hands rather shaky, head muddled, but morale punchily high. May have started to hallucinate while driving again. Must stop this.
Leaving for Miami Art Basel at 4am tomorrow. Strange thought. Not yet packed.
Haven't made contact with outside world for weeks. Many apologies.
Saw miracles this Thanksgiving. God moving, as always.
Must go for now. Nothing is finished, but it is all teetering on the edge.
It will happen.
Excited to see it happen.
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| ...so in the meantime, Mr. Bean shall keep you entertained.
(Something quite indicative of the mental state I'll probably be in by the end of this semester.)
I have a list of all the things that need to be done before then.
I taped it to my desk so that it won't escape.
And it is getting smaller and bigger, intermittently.
SO
If I add
a
bunch of spaces
in my
t y p i n g
then it looks like poetry
a
l
l
of a sudden.
haha.
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