I am stressed, my hair is turning white. I am drinking 2 sodas a week. And umm.. I can’t think of a third thing…. but I’m sure that it’s happening… and that it is on the equivalent of 2 sodas bad.
I guess I have been too busy. But that doesn’t really excuse me, because a lot of my joy is sharing silliness with people. In a strange was it is what calms me. And right now I totally need this before I start work-related-crying. (I have been redoing the same project every other hour for the last 15 work hours… and none of the printers are working and… my head is about to explode.)
So I took a moment during my lunch break to color a few things and this is one of them.
Because I am such an odd bird, I don’t really think this drawing needs much context… because well this kind of stuff happens to me… a lot:
It’s been one of those days. Just hand me my spotted wings.
So today has been a mildly uneventful day in my hood.
And I am just fine with that… While I found myself getting lost in grids and information blocks of doors and room information. I got a big smile on my face. I was listening to the Cure.
And sometimes things just don’t get much better than that!
I just love listening to the Cure. Robert Smith rocks my socks!
Also tomorrow is my brothers birthday he’s going to be the big 4-0! Which means 4! Happy Pre-Birthday Tony!
Sometimes I look around and wonder when it will be better? Not that I don’t appreciate my current existence. I mean the wondering and future-casting is just a normal thing. It’s something we all do, because we all aspire to more. I mean I’m not a Disney character, so my wishes are more than like becoming a ‘real girl’ or putting an end to the terror of Rattigan.
(On an interesting sidenote: I’m super preparing for my family’s visit here this spring, trying to find movies that won’t terrify my nieces– Great Mouse Detective… probably not interesting to a 4 year old.)
Anyways, I have a friend who is really actively decided to change their life majorly. And I super respect that… it’s just makes me think that maybe I should be doing some things in the world. More than helping cashiers find a pen, or sending thank you notes to people who cut my hair and sell me flowers for my hair. I just don’t know what to do first… get my architecture license? Work on selling my doodley-crafts to people? Become an entertainer at children’s parties? Hire a private investigator to find every Waldo (just to get my bases covered)?
There is just so much to do. But tonight, I think I’m going to try to learn how to use my new camera… so I can take unblurry pictures with it.
(Bonus Points for people who know where I borrowed that background from!)
Okay I was super prepared to make another post. I was in it, I was going the distance.
And then I didn’t hit post. Because it just really wasn’t happening in my gut. I felt like there was something better I could share.
And then when I was driving home I realized what it was. Last week in my silly adventures I ended up on this Date Duration Calculator… and I found out today is my 10,000th day!
Because you know I’m a bit of a sappy girl I bring you this doodle:
I’m so happy I got to share some of my 10,000 days with you. Also thanks for making my days super amazing.
And in my super 10,000 day knowledge I have decided I totally am going to live my next 1,000 days like Dolly Parton. Who I have always adored… but the more I learn about her the more I see her as a force of absolute goodness in this world. And really don’t we need more of that? I want to help with that!
Also thanks to Jonathon who understood my joy of 10,000 days. Just to let you know I ate Ice Cream and wore a very sparkly necklace to celebrate it… and did I mention there was a new Mindy Project? Well there was, and my whole day was just wonderful :)
One more thing. Use the calculator and calculate some of your special days. I’d like to see some of your numerical triumphs!
It’s been kinds chilly at night so lately I have tried to make sure I go put on pajamas before I go to bed. In true California fashion I usually just tanky top and pajama shorts. But sometimes I have to pull out the real serious stuff…
It’s like having my own personal Christmas every evening.
I feel like I should be more ashamed of this but…. they are just so so comfy.
I find myself prone to flights of fancy more than others. I don’t know if it’s a problem, but it happens every once in a while.
You look at me, and you realize I’m currently not totally there.
We were just having a striking conversation and I was just talking about Sandy’s shoes from ‘Grease’. Or how adorable Paul Rudd is and then… BANG it happens. I’m gone. Where am I??? I’m not exactly sure, but it is the place that all the doodles I draw live at. It’s a really great place, I actually highly suggest everyone should go there. But since you probably cannot I’m going to kind of give you a quick tour.
So picture it, I’m sitting right next to you… Someone interrupts and starts talking about tree triming…
And then I get really quiet… You look at me, and I don’t respond. Where in the world is my brain? My mind has made a daring escape to avoid all the boring you are now listening to. I may even be at the circus eating kettle corn and staring at the sparkly outfits of the trapeze artists. Just wishing I was flying through the air with the greatest of ease:
*smile, blink… continue to stare into space*
Then it shoots into space lands smack! I’m on the moon. I’m looking at the stars from here and boy do they look different. Is that a Jack in the Box all the way down there on earth? ***Checks breifly back into reality***
Are you engaging in this conversation about tree trimming? I have now reached a new level of not paying attention… is there any chicken on the moon?:
*giggles*
And basically if you are still in that conversation I’m ignoring…. let’s chart a submarine and splash into the briny deep. Yep there are fishes down here? I wonder if I could make a space helmet for a merchicken?
*Stares to the left of you*
I’m going to say my lack of attention for really boring things is not my fault… well maybe it is. I just have so many thoughts they all just jumble around until…
*fiddles with paper*
Oh my cats are just so fluffy. But we must return from my brain trip before I am committed. How long have I been gone? Oh, how did we get on the subject of politics? Wait, what? You are going to have to backtrack a little bit for me…
I’m so sorry I just got carried away with my brain thoughts
Annnnnnnnnnnnnd that is what happens to my brain at least once a day.
I know weather is a different story everywhere. But bear with me.
But really the best thing that has happened this week is pope hats on all the things in my officeSPRING.
As a resident of California, I find my Rainbow Brite lifestyle very much aided by the weather. We may only have 2 seasons here (fall and summer)… but boy, are they glorious.
Spring has arrived and brought with it some very missed sun. I was beginning to get a little bummed because I was in major need of some Vitamin D.
Via: Tumblr & the Lennon-McCartney catalog. And quickly on this subject if I were a Beatle I would most definitely be a Paul.
And then all of a sudden here comes the sun (another Beatles reference so soon) most gloriously, when I needed it the most. The sun has returned and I felt very animalistic about the whole thing, I have wanted to be outside so badly being ion my office nearly brings me to tears. I was so lost in all the gray days, I was beginning to think I could warm myself from the yellow on my stapler.
This yellow stapler of my heart is available at POPPIN. I suggest you get one in every color.
But sadly my stapler emits no warmth. All it can really do is bind paper and make me smile.
Okay now that I have talked about the sun I feel like everyone reading it is probably like:
And with that out of the way, I bring you to today’s doodle:
Let’s just take them right off and throw them into the ocean!
And happily share I only have 1.5 hours before work is over… Then I’m off to the desert to get lost until Easter…
Oh no… hold up. I’m just visiting my sister for the weekend.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone. Hopefully your work week is over and even if you are in 2 feet of snow… I hope you get to see even a little sun.
Right now I’m going through one of those if you have nothing nice to say kind of moments.
And dear Internet, I need some help before I get really mad.
I am really at the end of my tether with this bad time coworker of mine. Everything is everyone else’s fault, everyone is undermining and being mean to them. They can say mean and rude things, but no one can say anything back without basically being the anti-christ.
Actually, no Internet. I will correct myself… I don’t work with Taylor Swift… but there is a special place in hell reserved for me according to this person. And, as long as they are not there… I will take it.
The worst thing is lately, I have been having such a great time in the office. Let’s just say… practically all of our office supplies have homemade top hats, or pope hats.
And then it happened. Today was the last straw when the fun police swooped in, and my personality became the issue. My personality! I’m sorry I’m too cheerful, and try to make the office a nice place to be in. I’m sorry I leave little notes and happy things around the office.
Actually, wait a minute. I am not sorry. I am not sorry for a damned thing. And for the risk of becoming really mad I will say nothing else. I’m going to retreat for the rest of the day, just to maintain some cheer.
Snarky side note to said coworker: Why don’t you just go talk about tree trimming for another 20 minutes? Everyone found it really captivating last time… and by everyone, I mean no one.
But don’t think I”m giving up. I will survive. And tomorrow I’m coming at you with the sparkly fury of Rainbow Bright. And you will be my murky dismal.
And I have no context for the following doodle except that it is very true:
I want this dress so bad… unfortunately I don’t have Salma Hayek-like connections.
I really wish I was dressed up more right now… except I thought it was going to rain so I wore pants instead of a really cute dress. I was told by someone who went outside that it did rain, and not to feel sad about my pants wearing day. But somehow I feel like I missed an opportunity to wear a dress big-time today.
I hope someone out there is living the dream for me.
Also this dress is hyper real and I would like it to wear to the grocery store and such.
And one more thing this silly little drawing is for people who thought yesterday’s post got a little too serious :)
Viciously Sweet 
