Measure in Love

Today, I was learning about square roots in Algebra. Then I thought, wouldn't it be a funny picture if there was a root...made of squares? So after less than 5 minutes on Paint, this was born. Teehee.

Yes, I know it's lame. But hey, it made ME happy. That's all that really matters...

Speaking of happy, I found my sketchbook! But I have nothing to draw in it with, since I lost my mechanical pencil. Why do my possesions do this to me?!? :(

She's a mystery

Boys are great.

It's true. But I think we girls rely on them too heavily to make our lives exciting. Whenever there's a dance, you always hear a bunch of girls say that the dance wasn't fun. When asked why, the answer ALWAYS has to do with boys. "There weren't enough boys." or "No boys asked me to dance."

I like boys, but they shouldn't ruin your fun! It always makes me sad when I hear people say how they didn't have fun at a dance. Dances are for dancing, not for worrying about men. Its not like they have some special power that allows them to control how much fun you have. Unless, of course, you give that power to them.

I think that the fact that there are boys at these functions get hyped up too much, too. (I have just as much fun at Girls Camp as I do at Youth Conference.) As my Mia Maids Leader so wisely put it, "Boys are people, too."

They're just people. They're not that different from girls. Girls can be awkward, creepy, gorgeous, shy, outgoing, funny, etc, too. Those are not characteristics that only inhabit males. The fun/special thing about boys is you can like them. (which I guess is pretty substantial...)

And this is slightly unrelated, but I've decided that 'lady's choice' dances are evil, in every way. They are training boys to be lazy and never ask girls to dance. And boys need to know how to ask girls. They're the one's who always ask the important things, like "Will you go out with me?" or "Will you marry me?". Asking girls to dance helps train boys for this, but when girls do it, it ruins everything. Plus, it's just not exciting for the girl in any way. At all.

So it needs to stop! *pounds fist on table for emphasis*

Forbidden from One Another

See this mechanical pencil? Looks pretty average, doesn't it? Well, you couldn't be more wrong;

It's a magic wand in disguise.

It can do things. It can make you good at things you aren't normally good at. Just look at this:

Now, why is this so special? It's just a picture of a boy with his arms akimbo. Well, I'll tell you why he's so amazing: HE'S PROPORTIONAL!! His head is the right size, his shoulders aren't too big and his neck and torso aren't too long!!

I have serious problems making everything the right size, especially with boys, but this marks a new chapter in my life. One with well-proportioned males and non-awkward poses.

And for once, I actually can't think of anything technically* wrong with it! Maybe I could've made his hands a fraction bigger... But seriously, I think this is the one of the least awkward-looking things I've drawn. And he's kind of cute...

I'm actually proud** of this, and if you know me, you know I'm NEVER proud of what I draw. This is a momentous occasion.

And it's all thanks to a mechanical pencil I found on the coffee table... (Dreams do come true, kids.)

*It could've been a lot more emotional, his expression could've been bigger, etc... But that's the artsy side of things, not technical.

** I will probably be eating those words for breakfast in a few days... Just watch me learn to hate this picture. ;)

Breathe With No Air

Today has been one of those days where I draw for hours and get absolutely nothing else done. Care to see one of the fruits of my arduous labors?

I'm not a fan. It looks way better on the computer, but in real life, her eyes and eyelashes are WAY too big and her lips WAY too pink. I was going for natural beauty, but that obviously got thrown out the window. She looks like a Covergirl model... And I wish I had chosen a more contrasting background. And that I detailed the hair instead of just giving up and scribbling on it with a gold crayon. Oh, and that giant orange thing? That was supposed to be her shoulder...

Anyways, here's what happened when I played on Picnik.com a little too much. I like the fiery colors and how it reveals the roughness of my strokes. :)

Now stop secretly making fun of my lack of skill(z) and get back to your life!!

Don't Let It Get Away

This right here is a birthday present for my friend Carter G. He turns 13 on Thanksgiving, (he's so wittle...) so I made him an origami turkey. All I did was follow this fast-paced and exciting (not) YouTube video. Isn't it beautiful?

And yes, I used Hello Kitty paper. It was the only origami paper we had. Not that I regret it; the sheer girliness of it is perfect for my little buddy on his special day. :D

Anyways, it's not every day that I dabble in the art of paper folding, so I decided to share. :)

Happy birthday Carter!! If you're reading this, (which I'm pretty sure you aren't since you don't know about my blog) then please act surprised when I give this turkey to you at rehersal. ;)

... And you still owe me those twenty Take-5's. Just sayin'.

One Who Understands

Everywhere I look, it seems that gratitude is being forced upon me, from all sides. It's following me everywhere I go. (Though the fact that Thanksgiving is 10 days away might have something to do with it)

And while I make sure I say 'thank you' on a regular basis, it's more out of politeness than anything else. Actually feeling grateful is something else intirely. But while I was listening to my iPod yesterday, this song about the Atonement started playing and I felt more grateful than I had in a long time;

“Greater love hath no man than this
That he lay down his life for his friends”
The way that He holds my broken heart together with His hands
I hope I was right there for Him the way that He’s right here for me
With every step that I take and every breath I breathe

It’s so much more than the wounds in His hands
More than the hole in His side
More than the blood that spilled down beneath olive trees that night

Savior, the world was on your shoulders
For every drop of pain that fell in my name
I’m forever thankful

When I think no one could know
I remember one who understands

How amazing is that? I often have difficulty imagining the Atonement. It just seems unrealistic, at first. I mean, how was it even possible to feel EVERYTHING that everyone has ever felt? And why would that make you bleed at every pore? Why would you even do that?

But then, when you have faith that he did do that for you, and you understand the love that he felt for you and me, and how incredibly great a service that was to us, then the doubts leave and the thankfulness settles in and you wonder how anyone could ever go on not knowing this.

I felt a closeness in my heart yesterday for what he did, and as it said in the song, "for every drop of pain that fell in my name, I'm forever thankful."

And though you should be grateful for the obvious things, like family, eletricity and food, this Thanksgiving let's not forget the Savior and His sacrifice for us. And let's praise Him together as we prepare to celebrate His birth.

That's all I have to say. ^_^

Dark blue, dark blue...

Goodness me! It's been a busy day! Filled with rehersal, and mia maid parties, driving lessons, plans that fell through, and short-notice parties! AND renovations! Our living room is under construction and it looks fabulous so far. I love it, and am very proud of my wonderful mother. :)

And now she just came in and brought me some COLORED TIGHTS! Be sure I will wear them tomorrow, if not today.

She's pretty much the best mom ever. If I ever complain about her, feel free to remind me of this post. ;)

Have a good weekend, all! And tell your mothers you love them. :)

EDIT: Can I just put a plug in for my dad, too? He's the best. :D He also has the best accent ever.

When I'm with the Wizard

My whole life will change,

Cause once you're with the Wizard,

No one thinks you're strange!

Today, Megan, you get a whole stanza of a song! I'm pretty sure you're the only one who ever tried to play this game... but it's a lot easier thinking of titles this way, so I shall continue! :)

Anyway, today's title might actually fit for once! Because yesterday, I finished the whole Harry Potter series for the seventh time. A symbolic number to stop at, don't you think?

Once again, the genius of Jo Rowling has been fixed in my mind. Deathly Hallows is the most amazing book ever written. It's so complex and neatly written, and emotion-laden. My copy of that book is practically tear-stained, I've cried on it so many times. And it wraps up so nicely, and every little detail was important. It's SO awesome.

But can I just brag a little bit here? I TOTALLY called Harry being a Horcrux. I knew it, and whenever I read that sentence where Dumbledore tells Harry that he was the "horcrux Voldemort never meant to make" I do a fist pump and giggle out loud. Even now, three years and seven readings later I do that. It was such an absurd theory but I was SO happy that it came true.

ALL of my theories about that book came true actually. I knew Snape was good, I knew Harry would live, and I knew who RAB was. (but I wish I had been proven wrong about that last one. It was TOO obvious!)

I was right. About everything. Okay, I'm done gloating. ;)

The Forest Again will always be my favorite chapter in any book, ever written. It makes me cry every single time I read it. Especially when Lupin talks about Teddy. That always makes me shed a tear. Harry's thoughts and reflections on life in that chapter are just precious, and his stregth of character is amazing. His nostagia, and all the symbolism...

I LOVE symbolism because of this book. Like how it kept refering to Voldemort being like a child. Oh man, it kills me...

But I think 7 times is enough, for now. I feel like I've been numbed to it by reading it so many times. Every sentence is familiar to me but I don't want it to be. I want to read it like I don't know what's going to happen. I want to forget. So I'll wait, and give it little thought. But I'll see the movie and listen to MuggleCast, like always.

Speaking of the movie, 8 DAYS LEFT, YOU GUYS!!! :D