Aliens, Apocalyptic Movies, and a Dash of Sketchbook

I just saw the movie Alien for the first time last week, and I just have to say I hate alien movies. I hate them. With a burning passion. I wished they would go away. And not come back. No more alien movies. Obviously, based on that fact alone, the movie was not my choice. A couple friends picked it out, and I just sort of decided to go along for the ride. It’s not the concept of aliens that I hate (I’m actually quite fascinated by it), and it is most certainly not the gorgeous 1980s gore in the case of Alien. It’s just that the aliens ALWAYS turn out to be evil and then proceed to attempt or successfully kill off everyone. How incrediblly depressing to think that apprently every single other life form out there feels the need to exterminate the human race. And a bit dull. Let’s stop being predictable Mr. Aliens, please. However, I suppose the director or producer is more to blame than the aliens themselves. Do these people get some sort of perverse pleasure from it? Are they living vicarioulsy through the aliens that kill off the population’s masses? What pleasant people. I just should invite them for tea sometime. Actually, I dislike tea so never mind. Maybe some coffee instead. With cake. That sounds nice. Maybe I would like alien movies then. It’s a theory. Anyway, alien movies come second to apocalyptic movies. I don’t really get any joy from watching Earth get destroyed in various manners.You could almost call it a pet peeve. I think I’ll stick to the reality of the planet currently remaining intact. It’s just a personal preference of mine.

 

So, on a completely different note, I wanted to draw a fairy today in my sketchbook and accidentally ended up drawing Tinkerbell. Woops. It honestly wasn’t my intention. Originally I imagined a more war-like fairy in armor and whatnot. That obviously did not happen. I don’t know why. Apparently, I don’t have control of my hand. It’s something I probably need to look into. Might need to take a trip to the doctors. Anyway, I posted it below, so enjoy

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A Beautiful New Sketchbook

Just bought a new sketchbook today after I spent about twenty minutes agonizing over all of the options. I am extremely picky when it comes to selecting one. I like them small but not too small. I like them with thick paper but not too thick. I like them with a hard cover but not too hard. Okay, that last one was just me being stupid, but you get the idea. However, I am extremely rough with my sketchbooks since I take them practically everywhere, so I do require a hard cover.

After buying it, I promptly went to my favorite little coffee shop, sat myself down, and started doodling away. I always feel a bit of pressure when making the first drawing. I view it as the introduction to a book I’m considering reading. The first page should ideally hook the reader right away, submerge them into the world the author crafts. Therefore, if my first drawing doesn’t excite me, I loose a lot of motivation to keep drawing in that particular sketchbook. I guess it’s just a weird fact about me. Luckily, this has only happened with two sketchbooks, and both of them were rather inexpensive that I bought on sale. Anyway, below is the first drawing in my marvelous sketchbook that I’ve started to fondly call my baby (yes, I know it’s cliche!).

On a side note, I went to the doctors today to discover I have a massive ear infection in my left ear. It feels like someone is repeatedly stabbing it with a tiny knife, and I’ve nearly bursted into tear on multiple occasion because it’s so painful. Mind you, I have an extremely high pain tolerance that is backed up by the fact that I played a month of soccer on a sprained ankle. I would of kept playing on it, but I sort of collapsed after a game since my ankle just sort of gave out on me. I am aware of the stupidity of my decision, but I swear it honestly didn’t hurt that bad, and I would have never guessed it was sprained. Image

Trip to the ER (With Pictures!)

So, you might remember how I mentioned in my previous post about my friend spraining her ankle from falling off a bed at 1am Friday morning. Turn out it wasn’t a sprain. She spent all day Friday either contained to the bed, crawling on her hands and knees, or having us pull her around on a blanket like a sled (or Egyptian deity), and on Saturday she asked me to do her laundry for her and attempted to come with me by pushing herself around in a tiny laundry basket. After that, she decided she might need to get crutches just so she could actually walk, and since we don’t have lives, we had nothing better to do. Field trip to the ER! So after I threw her laundry in the dryer, we called security and headed to the hospital (7:30pm).

I just feel the need to mention here that this is my third time going to the ER this school year. First time one of my friends had pharyngitis and threw up so much that she became dehydrated and delirious. Second time, my roommate came home with alcohol poisoning and stopped breathing. And now you are hearing about the third time, but this time I took pictures. 

Anyway, we get to the ER, and I go get her a wheelchair so she’ll stop hopping everywhere since, quote: “My boobs are so big that it hurts to hop”. The girl in front of us in line dropped glass on her foot, so we had the privilege of seeing a lovely piece of glass jutting out of a bloody ankle. Oh, joy! Then we proceeded to watch Cartoon Network for the next twenty minutes while we waited to get called back. We watched some movie with Kristin Stewart in it. 

We get called back, and I push her back in her wheelchair (I’ve gotten quite good at it), and we get put in the same room as the first time with the same (mean) nurse. It turns out the nurse remembered us from last time, and I am still deciding if that’s a good or bad thing. Within minutes, my friend gets her x-rays done, and it turn out it is not sprained. It’s broken! More specifically, her fibula is broken. Then we waited for another two hours until they decide to finally wrap it up, but she can’t get a cast until she visits an orthopedic doctor, so now that’s been added to our “To Do” list. Hooray for more field trips! ImageUs waiting outside for security to come pick us up.

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Watching the trailer for the Avengers on Cartoon Network while we wait to get called back

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Her striking a lovely pose

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X-rays Image

The wrap. I told her at least she can still paint her toenails. Image
Her making a lovely faceImage

Waiting to get picked up