Silently Fighting

I can't speak. My lips are sealed. My thoughts are overflowing but they can't come out. No sound leaves my mouth. The thoughts are fighting to become words. But they can't leave. My lips won't speak. The thoughts are screaming, shouting, fighting. But my lips don't give in. I stay silent but in my head I'm screaming, crying. But how would anyone know? They can't look inside my head.

L

Mornings at the Pool

You may or may not know that I'm a swimmer and although swim season with school has ended, a few others and I still go swimming three times a week in the mornings before school. Sometimes under certain circumstances I'm unable to get in the pool so I just sit next to it and watch the others. And then a thought occurred to me. Since I had to draw in my sketchbook for AP Art anyways, I thought I might as well do something with the time I spend sitting next to the pool watching the others.

L

"The World Through My Eyes"

We're having a Fine Arts Festival this friday at my school. There are others schools coming to participate as well and our art teacher said that everyone from TIS (my school) who was participating had to create a piece of art to put in a gallery to show the other schools. The theme was "The World Through My Eyes" and you could use whatever media you wanted.
The first time she told me that, an idea immediately popped into my head. It was a globe separated into two parts: one side was dark and wasteland, the other colorful and full of rainbows and unicorns. And in the background was a person with the globe in his hands, smiling. Kind of like an all-controlling mind so to say, who sees the world as his playground and he can do whatever he wants to it.
But then I thought that it may be a bit sinister, so I tried to think of something else. Then I thought, "What if I draw a picture seen from my perspective?" As in, the viewer sees through my eyes and ahead of him would be a path disappearing in the distance and there would be a rainbow in the sky and everything was colorful and stuff. But then I couldn't think of enough things to fill the picture with so I thought, "I'm short, so what if I draw a bunch of shadows of people in front of me, obscuring my view?"
And then I had it. The perfect idea. It was me, on top of the world, sitting on a throne with a crown on my head, as the ruler of the world. And that's how this came to be:

L

My Way Of Showing Affection

I have a weird way of showing affection. I don't give compliments or praise my... "significant other".  Most of the time I tell him that he is stupid or that he sucks. But while my mouth says one thing, my body says another. I love hugging him. So when I tell him that he sucks, he knows I don't mean it. In my world, the meaner I am to him, the more I actually like him.
But a few days ago, I thought that I should give him a compliment for once since I never do that. So when I hugged him, I told him, "You're pretty awesome, you know." He just stared at me for a while before his lips turned into a huge smile. Then he said, "Thank you! That just made my day."
Maybe I should give him compliments more often. But then they wouldn't be special, right? So I will just stick to my way of showing affection and once in a while, I might give him a compliment.

You know how most couples call their sweethearts "honey", "sweetie", "baby" etc.?
Well, my sweetheart and I kind of have our own way of... conveying our love? We came up with our own nicknames for each other. I call him Heater. Because when I'm cold, I hug him and he warms me up. I also called him Baldie once, because he cut his hair pretty short. And according to him, I'm a leech because I never want to let go of him. Or a jacket holder. Lovely, isn't it? 
I think that's one of the things that makes us awesome. Because there are so many, you know :p

L

PDA

PDA means Public Displays of Affection such as hugging, holding hands, and kissing.
I am quite fond of hugging people and being hugged. It's so nice. I wonder why schools don't allow PDA. Well, I know why. I wouldn't like it if people were making out on my locker but I accept hugging. Hugging isn't bad at all. Hugging is nice. So I wonder why my teacher always tells me to stop when he sees me hugging someone or being hugged.

L

Cheek-obsession

People love my cheeks. They pinch them, squeeze them, kiss them, caress them, and tell me how much they love them. It's quite nice actually, if they do it like my friend Alda. And then I think, this is how a dog or a cat or a rabbit must feel like when they are being pet by their owners. But then there are people like this one friend of mine, who just grabs my face and squeezes my cheeks as if I were this ball-thingy you can squeeze to release your stress. And yes, it hurts. But then there's Alda who is all gentle and that makes my cheeks feel all better.

Okay, I think that's enough talk of cheeks for today.

L

How To Fall Asleep According To Me

Hello there.
It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm really sorry about that but after my drawing challenge I didn't know what my new posts were gonna be about. Then I asked my friends for help and they said that I should just upload some of my sketches since this blog is about me being wannabe-artist. I thought about uploading sketches but then I looked at the title of my blog and it does say "The Uninteresting Life of a Wannabe-Artist". So, I thought instead of some sketches, I could upload some comics or doodles about my everyday-life. I will of course upload some of my sketches, too, if i deem them worthy of being shown to the world.
So today, I will tell you the easiest way to fall asleep (for me). And the answer is: my math teacher. I have no idea why. I can get 10 hours of sleep, be wide awake, come to her class, and fall asleep as soon as she starts the lesson. I think it's her voice. It just makes me go to sleep.

L