Do you know people who you would rather avoid at all costs? I certainly do, and some of them I have to see far too often.
There are so many ways to try to avoid people, but since I’m pretty ungraceful there are very few that are actually successful. Walking backwards out of the room, answering pieces of wood you pretend are a phone, and being really interested in glue sticks are some of my cool moves… which you can totally borrow if you think it will work for you.
I have adopted one from my good friend Christine lately, and it seems really fool-proof:
planter of solace
Sadly, if you think you are one of these people I would want to super avoid… you are probably right. And also probably not reading this…
Okay so I’m going to keep this post very brief because this is a dangerous subject. The subject is negativity. And I don’t want to think/type about it longer than I have to. Because it will cause sad rain clouds to form over me, and I will be washed away into the sea of sadness.
But personally, I really do have a negative cloud in my life. I try to ignore it, and hide it and push it away… And since it is a person that I have contact with quite often… it’s hard to make sure that their negativity keeps out of my silver lining.
Actually, I even got a stapler the color of sunshine to combat the grey cloud of murky that this person is to me.
Where I can do nothing about this problem in real life.. except for becoming a nomadic outcast like the Incredible Hulk… at least doodle Lauren can do something about it:
It’s the most delicious fort material I could find
Keep all the murky dismal away from you this week with starbursts! I hear that it totally works
One of my favorite songs in all of life is “Sittin’ By the Dock of the Bay” by Otis Redding.
I say this because although it’s not a catchy dance song, or crafted with recorders and office supplies, it still brings a smile to my face. I used to sing it like crazy when I was a child because… Well, I was really weird. I have since grown up and I’ve done the regular things people do, I grew my hair out longer than that standard bob all little girls had, I have tried to watch Twilight, I have eaten a load of pizza…
But I don’t spend my time on the dock of the bay anymore “wasting time”…
I’m sorta reeling from the sad knowledge that I have to sit for 8 hours a day again, and for my inability to wear yoga clothes to work… as I spent several days in the last week sporting some of the most bad-ass pajamas you can imagine. Penguins with popcorn, cats with little hats, neon green and gray yoga pants that would make David Lee Roth a little jealous. I’m all class in the jammy jamz department! I’m also realizing that I will not have any time out of my work confines until I vacation at the end of the year.
AT THE END OF THE YEAR.
That sounds so far away now.
Anyways… back to me in my cubicle. Everyone is talking about stuff as people in offices do. Apparently we’re moving locations in March. And actually, I’m getting a window… Imagine that, a window for little Ole’ Me! Back to the windowless rectangle I work in… some professional is doing something, and of course there is always someone trying to gossip. Is it sad that I’m used to this as my existence?
Well I’m just going to get past all of this, this year. And I will get through it with wit, smiles and far far less tears than last year. This is not the first time I will admit to get through my days I rely extensively on my imagination, and I promise myself this year that when things get ugly around me I’m going to take to my imagination and make something good instead of getting upset. And the silver lining in all of this is when I imagine things maybe I can make somebody have a giggle or two at my doodles. With that I present today’s doodles:
Cubicle thought time with Lauren is brought to you by Lauren’s crazy brain!
And then maybe someone else will ponder the current actions of Stevie Nicks. Which will start a whirlwind Stevie Nicks revolution and then people will be dressing like her… the mall will be covered in sparkly black shrouds, and then everyone will hate and simultaneously love Lindsey Buckingham, and we will all have sweet sweet necklaces:
I have been thinking about Stevie Nick’s a lot lately. Anyone else want to see Fleetwood Mac this summer? Anyone else really love the song “Rhiannon” or “Go Your Own Way?” They are personal favorites.
And then maybe someone will be driving and will smile at a stranger (and totally make their day) because their mind is being regaled by the thought of a sheep in Alpaca wooly sweaters:
This sheep is so handsome… He’s practically the George Clooney of the sheep community.
And everyone who reads this blog, thank you. I hope your new year is incredibly wonderful… and full of great and unusual thoughts and experiences. If you have some you need to share. Just drop them here. I am a recycling center for weird things.
Also all this weird I just recorded here reminds me of a truly fabulous quote:
Image Courtesy of: If you wish it- Tumblr And Lewis “Why is a Raven like a writing desk?” Carroll
There are moments in life when you feel like a real winner. And then there are times you have that not so winning feeling.
Right now I feel like basically I am like the queen of failure. Everything I have done in the last few days has blown up in my face. And thank goodness I’m not a scientist… because I would probably have no face.
Maybe that would be okay lots of people like those faceless sculpture thingies:
faceless benefit?
I could become their model. I can hug a weird little heart shaped box for hours.. possibly while listening to “Heart Shaped Box” by Nirvana.
But I digress.
The spectacular failure
Here’s to hoping I meet my deadlines, finish Christmas shopping, and find time to cook all the food we eat at Christmas… I hope everyone else has a little more success in their endeavors! ♥
Also Tony I hope you are feeling better, and remember don’t challenge manholes…. they always win!
All musicians that make beautiful music with their family members. Notice who is not on that list, Christie & Lauren… And for all you jazzy readers out there, that would be me and my sister.
So we may not have the rivalry of Liam and Noel… nor do we have the stage presence of the Jackson 5. Actually we barely know how to play instruments. But that is not the point, it shouldn’t stop our musical dreams.
Christie and I have discussed the possibility of taking our love of WHAM! on the road. And calling ourselves “LADY WHAM! a Wham! Experience”… but we have one very important problem:
Wham! Bam!
Now if my brother wants to be the Andrew Ridgely… We can get this show on the road… but I have a feeling he may not want to… because he doesn’t want to revisit his time with “the mullet”:
But Tony could totally pull this off! Image Courtesy of: FANPOP!
Anyways, we will probably never resolve this issue… and time can never mend the careless whispers of a Wham! coverband.
Have a wonderful day everybody…. and yes, I would make the better George Michael.
Do you know anyone who is really awful and when they show up out of the blue you have that look on your face like you stepped in a steamy pile of poo?
Well I do and I have finally come up with the best/most current example of my feelings towards them:
If I were Taylor Swift I could make this into $14 million dollars… but I am not. And I probably will never date Jake Gyllenhaal either, that’s okay with me because his last name is hard to spell.
One more message to my zit:
Now that I have had my mean girl fun, I will bring the giggle girl to the situation. And well looking on the Miss Brightside of my problem… zits don’t last forever, and if you really need it there is always photoshop!
I finished my sketchbook 176 pages front and back. A whole year of doodles. An entire year of my existence chronicled in my jazzy doodling style.
I am going to be partying and enjoying the fact that I actually finished something… instead of giving up at 90%. I’m feeling good about this and maybe I can actually finish all my other projects….
Oh wait… I didn’t finish them because I was doodling:
Thank you little sketchbook. You were amazing. And I highly suggest to anyone out there who likes to doodle to keep a book. It becomes part diary, part planner, and 100% thrilling to look over. Like for example July was an awful month for me. But November was really rad.
And your book can tell you so much about what was happening in your life! It was there when I found out what Shepard’s pie is. When Enrique Iglesias grabbed my butt. That time I really wanted pancakes, and the time I decided to live in a blanket for as long as possible. That night when my life became a romantic comedy. It was there for the finale of Mad Men. It was there when I couldn’t stop laughing, it was there when all I could do was cry. It was also there apparently when I was studying for tests, passing notes to my friends, and when I had to draw a rooster in love. It was an amazing doodle year.
Actually this year has kind of been amazing. And it’s all in my book. I know this post was a little braggy. But It’s an accomplishment for me. New book ahoy! Also Yonadab is right my book is full of secrets but it is a doodle cryptix.
This time of year is a really fabulous time. You get to see the world be a little cheerier.
But it is also a time of plentiful get together’s, parties, meet and greets… and the ever exclusive couples parties (that I attend in my own special unicorn fashion). These parties make me excited to get to see my friends, and pray that they are wearing a Christmas sweater that is enough to make Bill Cosby enviable. I always do something at these events (like fall into a planter, forget everyone’s name) and this helps me remember that I am an awkward goof.
Now being a goof is really great at certain times…. I can lighten up a family shindig. I can can tell an entertaining tale, I can have my friends in stitches (of laughter, I’m not violent). But not every party is just friends, and some parties are mandatory and full of people who rather don’t like you.
This is when I want to climb into my bedazzled cocoon, because no matter what I do these people will talk down to me. The will say cruel and unnecessary comments about my style, lifestyle, weight, and anything that strikes them at the moment. This is the very thing I dread each year about the holiday season.
But this year is different. This year, I really don’t care.
I would be a heart shaped peg if I was a peg… this is an amazing truth!
And the reason I don’t care is that…. I like me. And if you feel the same way about the holiday season… remember there is only ONE you for a reason (unless you are a multiple) and you being around is an awesome thing. So what if the people you have to spend time with don’t think you are that fantastic… somewhere out there other people do. I know I sound like a Hallmark Card, but if you are reading this you are an AWESOME person. Simply, because you are. So go around this holiday season being yourself around not so nice coworkers, or weird uncles, or mean mothers in line to buy toys for their children. So what if they don’t like you… Just like being yourself! I’m so awkward!
Be wonderful to everyone, especially if they don’t deserve it.
I’m so awkward!
Viciously Sweet 