Whew.....

Well, today I had my first official lengthy "Oh no, I'm about to have a heart attack" attacks.
What happened? Well, it's BRUTALLY cold here (literally. The high today was 36, and windy.) so I decided to just throw the Wolf out the door and let him back inside after a few minutes, like I usually do when I just really don't want to go outdoors. He just had a bath this morning, so his harness was still soaking, and I didn't want to make him suffer, either. Sadly, this REALLY didn't work in my favor. Beowulf ran off, and so I threw on my coat and boots and went to go find him. For the first time, like, EVER, he didn't bashfully run up the second I walked out. Instead, I was forced to run down the street, calling for him.
He didn't come. A first.
Sooo I ran inside telling Poppy that he was gone. And eventually Poppy, Mommy and I all ended up patrolling the neighborhood in the 22 degree Fahrenheit darkness.
I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Honestly, Beowulf is adorable, but he's very tiny and would be a snack for any strange owl that might be around, and he's definitely not immune to the cold, and he's not exactly known for his thinking ability. I was panicking. And then... Poppy found him, begging to come inside. I nearly broke down and cried.

Anyway, just couldn't help sharing that. I still feel all shaky and everything... whew, I'm so relieved....

Sick

being sick is a very,
very unpleasant business.
it’s so…. sickening.

I've been very under the weather lately. I wrote that haiku last time I was ill, and I must admit that is exactly how I feel at the moment.

Random Poem

By yours truly. :D

I wrote this for some contest (HERE), the theme being "Time's Running Out". My poem turned out sorta....... wonky. Anyway, here 'tis!


Goodbye

You know,
I didn't want to leave.
Not really.
But I didn't get a choice,
Not really.

You know,

I still love you.
Really.
But my time ran out.
Really. For good.

The clock was ticking.
Tick tick ticking.
Really.
And I couldn't stop it.
I tried my best,
Really!
My best still wasn't good enough.
I still ran out of time.

But I want you to know that,
Really,
I'm sorry.

And it wasn't my fault.
Really.
And it wasn't your fault.
Seriously.
It wasn't.

I'm not gone forever,
Not really.
I promise.

I also realized I can't write poetry at all unless it's for a contest. Go figure...

Hello :D

I know I haven't posted in a little while-sorry. My scanner has been broken- it was VERY annoying. Anyway, here's a little bit of what I've been doodling:


I've been sorta messing around with abstract-ish art. These doodles were done with one crayola marker, one pencil, and one eraser. I had fun, but I definitely prefer my normal style.


I'm thinking maybe the face in this one was overkill...


And finally, back to my favorite subject: people and griffins, done with pencils and and a trusty ol' gel pen. I did this piece for my friend Greta, who finished her Percy Jackson fan fiction, Strike, earlier this month. ( first chapter found HERE.)

Happy December! :D

I know it's a little late, but have a happy December!! This Christmas I'm going on a 16 hour drive to my grandparent's house, because we have a wedding to attend. We'll be spending Christmas there, also. :D The problems this presents, however, is I have to come up with presents for everybody. Mick, Tim, Aunt Mel, Uncle Jeff, Aunt Angie, (future) Uncle Tyler, Aunt Jessi, Grandmother, Grandpa, plus My mother and father and five siblings. I'm in trouble! D: