Nikki’s Blog

This is the last post. THAT’S ALL THE WRITING I HAVE!!! Well… I have ONE other story, but you all want VISUALS, don’t you?! Cos you have busy lives, full of busy things, and you don’t have TIME to read however much stuff I’m typing! SO I GOTTA ACTUALLY BE DISCIPLINED AND FIGURE OUT HOW TO WORK THE NEW VISUAL THING!!! *grrrr*

Anywho, end of story:

“I want to go to Australia.” Her eyes are still fixed on the back of the seat, “I want to sit in a solar powered pod and push every single button, you know? What would happen? Where would I be, right? Where?”

Her face it turned towards me now. She brushes wiry strings of hair from her face, and waits to know if she has said the right thing.

An automated voice comes out of a speaker, announcing my approaching platform. She hugs her knees tighter to let me pass as I move towards the isle.

“I guess I’ll se you there then. In Australia, I mean.”

I stand there until the car comes to a complete stop, I do not want to leave this car, this girl.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Her smile reveals a dimple in the middle of her cheek, turning the bruise into nothing more than a faint shadow.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

The end! Yay! Kind of… (Kind of yay, definately the end of the story.)

Umm… yeah. More story. Whoo! It doesn’t look like this story will get me through 4 posts… barely three, actually. But I’m in a “cross-that-bridge-when-we-come-to-it” sort of mood, so I’M NOT GONNA WORRY!!!

I turn back around. Her gray eyes are wide, framed by translucent eyelashes that point out like stars. Her eyebrows are tied up in an expression of quiet bewilderment.

“MY GRANDFATHER” I say, a little too loudly, “My grandfather was born in 1901. Locomotives weren’t invented til he was twenty, and now he’s seen a man on the moon. I always thought the whole world must be like that to him. Like a futuristic movie, I mean.”

She bites her lip when she smiles.

“My mom’s always saying how the world moves so fast now. She’s really smart, like… she was gonna take a class, so she could use a computer? Dad wouldn’t let her, thought, he wants her to stay home and mend them stupid socks… you know.” She waves on hand a little helplessly, then smile too broad and too fast and shrugs.

We sit for one long moment, unsure of ourselves, not trusting the worlds in our moth. She studies the back of the seat in front of us, and scratched her knee with one fragile finger. I want to apologize from something, maybe, but for once I know better. I am almost ready to say something when she speaks:

“I want to go to Australia.” Her eyes are still fixed on the back of the seat, “I want to sit in a solar powered pod and push every single button, you know? What would happen? Where would I be, right? Where?”

Without a visual, sadly… still trying to figure out this new set up… BUT I HAVE SOME WRITING!!! THAT I DID AT CAMP!!! AND IT IS VERY THRILLING IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF!! And i’m breaking it into 4 pieces, so while I’m working on posting drawings you can be reading it! YAY!!! So:

                              Autralia

I fall in love at least three times a day. Nothing ever comes of it. These are women so far away, beautiful faces that find my eyes while passing on the street, and then are gone.

I fell in love with her before she even timidly took the seat next to me. I saw her through the subway window, she had gray eyes that searched the rows of light on the tunnel ceiling. Her scarf was too long, and the same knotted texture as her roughly braided hair. She was very small, and her boots may have been a few sizes too big.

Now she is here in this seat beside me. She is wearing pale, dusty pink leggings over skinny legs, feet propped on the edge of her chair, chin on knees. She is pretending I am not here. I am pretending I don’t notice the small bruise on her cheek.

“In Australia there’s a city where everything runs on solar power. They have a bus system with little pods, and you push a button and it takes you where you want to go. Instead of subways, I mean.”

Was that me? She is looking at me like I just took a bite out of her hat. Why I ever say anything to anyone is a mystery. I turn very quickly in my seat, and the concentrate on the blackness rushing by my window, trying my hardest to disappear.

“Oh yeah… I saw that on TV. It’s like a sci-fi movie or something, you know?”

I turn back around. Her gray eyes are wide, framed by translucent eyelashes that point out like stars. Her eyebrows are tied up in an expression of quiet bewilderment.

I have trouble with an image, so I hope this shows up… my dad doesn’t know. I’M KINDA BUSY, SO YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT A LITTLE BIT LONGER FOR YOUR POST!!!

MY BLOG IS BACK UP!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYA!!! THANK YOU BRYAN!!!

That’s the reason I haven’t posted in forever… because it wouldn’t let me. I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT YOU GUYS!!! And now it’s ever so much NICER! Because I can mark all the spammy comments, and then delete them ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!! INSTEAD OF ONE BY ONE!!! It’s BEAUTIFUL!

BUT! Soon you shall have a picture. I just don’t feel like running upstairs to do so at the moment. But I will some time today, probably.

BE HAPPY!!!

Wonder of wonders! I thought I was really BAD at painting, but what do you know, I’m actually not that crummy. Man, this is great, because I’ve got a painting class next year…

ANYWAY the whole family (minus Mommy) went down the Paula’s framing shop (Hi Paula, if you’re listening) and we bought these little mini canvanses for three bucks a pop. And today we’re going back down to the framing shop, and turning them in, and then sometime there’s gonna be an auction and the money will go towards the arts programs in schools… SO IT’S A REALLY GOOD CAUSE!!!

Anywho, the next 4 (including this one) posts will feature our paintings. Starting with mine, cos I don’t believe in saving the best for last

Anybody else sick of the heat? Not that I really like winter or anything… actually, I’m an autumn person… but right now, some cool air and snow would not be unwelcome.

Votes for next post: Katie, Jessica, or Daddy.

OH JOY UNBOUNDED! OH SWEET RELIEF! OH RAPTURE AN EXAMPLE! Do I have any Gilbert and Sullivan junkies with me?

ANYWHO, so here’s the post that was meant to be here yesterday. Happily for me, there really wasn’t much photoshopping to do, just a little lighten-ing (as opposed to LIGHTENING all one word, which is a different thing ENTIRELY)

Um… so I wanted to draw an Elizabethian portrait… and I only realized afterwords that if I didn’t want it to be ELIZABETH herself I shouldn’t have given my portrait red hair… oopsies. But anway, I like that it kind of looks like a portrait from that time… the whole sort of naive thing that my work has going for it was useful. Oh, the wonderful things I don’t even have to think about and then they sneak in there. It’s a pain in realism-obsessed artclass though… eh well.

I’m really diggin’ the guest artist thing over here. Today we have a re-visitor, my little sister Katie! But you have to look at my drawing first, because hers is so much cooler, and if you look at mine second it will be anti-climatic.

SO THIS IS BUNNI!!! He is he gay kid that lives in my closet! But he will not come out. He is in denial. (And yeah, it’s all in me ‘ead. There is not an actual dude in my closet… because that would be a little weird.) I basically came up with him so that I would have a reason to stand outside of the closet and yell COME OUT OF THE CLOSET!!!… my mom thinks I’m kinda weird…

 AND THIS RIGHT HERE IS HOLLOW, MY SISTER’S CLOSET IMP!!! ISN’T HE AMAZING!!! OMG, I LOVE HIM!!! I love his hair! I love his eyes! I love the little boats on his shirt and little pockets on his jacket! He’s just so flipping cool! See why Bunni was anti-climatic. This little dude needs a picture book, or animated film or something…

Anyway, I’m currently being a very bad hostess, so I’m gonna go talk to the guests… toodles!

BECAUSE I JUST HAD LIKE… 5 COKES AND A LATTE!!! So I got up at midnight last night and got ready for post-prom (I did NOT go to prom, only the event following. No tickets, no dresses, no pinchy shoes… and lasor guns!) and now it’s practically 8 in the morning, and I have not gotten any sleep in like… a long, long time. BUT I’M STILL REALLY REALLY AWAKE!!! Plus I don’t want to go to sleep because if I do I will miss out on my pastor’s awesome sermon (I don’t know what it is, but it’s my pastor, so it will be amazing) and I will miss out on seeing my ALLIE!!!

WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE POINT OF INTEREST!!! MEET ALLIE COX, EVERYBODY!!! She is my blog’s new poety loriet (is that how you spell that?) and you should look forward to hearing from her more consistantly than you hear from JO who has yet to EMAIL the latest DEMON so that’s why you haven’t SEEN IT yet. If you want you can all go to her house and throw eggs at it. I would, but that’s a five mile drive just to chuck a couple of eggs, and then a five mile drive back, assuming I can’t stay at her house after throwing eggs at it.

BUT I DIGRESS!!! (Did I mention I was feeling really hyper?) HERE IT IS, FOLKS!!! A WONDERFUL POEM, BY ALLIE COX!!!

The Rosebush

In my younger years I would storm the neighbor hood,
hunting for tulips daisies,
sweet buttercups, morning glories.
I’d return home with clumps of them in my hands:
dripping soil, still clinging to their bulbs.
My grandmother always hated fresh flowers.
“They always die.”
I love the way they filled the room with their honey sweet scent.
The way they shone like patches of sunlight.
But she was right;
the ending was always the same,
Wilted. Dead.
A pathetic sight.
One day we planted a rose bush.
It lasted as long as she did.
In the end I suppose it’s the same for everything;
lovely at first, then just a pretty mess you have to clean up.
I don’t pick flowers anymore.

Everybody, snap poetically! I would say something really deep and philosophical, but right now my brain is SO fried, so I might just come back and say something intelligent when I can think of something intelligent to say! YAY!!! (Which really isn’t the right response… but I was totally awed when my dad read it, Allie, and YEAH DUH he really did think it was that good! We are very honest people in my family.)

EVERYBODY!!! EMAIL AND SAY NICE THINGS SO ALLIE WILL LET ME POST MORE STUFF BECAUSE SHE SAYS SHE’S GOT A NEW POEM ON EATING-DISORDERS, AND I KNOW I WANT TO READ IT AND YOU SHOULD TOO!!!

And I’m seriously getting off now, before I really start bugging people.

Well it’s not sprained, I don’t think. Danny, going around, pushing people out of trees, you ought to be ashamed of yourself! (He didn’t really push me out of a tree… I fell out, quite of my own accord)

Anyway, here it is, Sunday, and I’m supposed to be posting… lessee what I’ve got…

I’ve gotta scan some stuff in…

Okay, so… another one of those doodles… um… yeah. I really don’t know. Like… at all. I have no idea who ‘Angeline’ is, so don’t asked. And no, she’s not the fish. It all started with the teapot and cups and then they were flowers and then they were growing out of a fish, and then the fish was thinking about revenge… I think I need counseling.