So I saw someone from far away today, and instead of thinking "hey I know them!" or "hmm, they're kinda cute," I thought, "they have really interesting cheek bones. I wonder if they would let me sketch their face."
I've gotten especially bad about people-watching and sketching lately. I immediately jump to how I would draw a person's face when I see them. Hmmm, that girl's nose hooks at the end in such a neat way. That guy's earlobes are completely attached. That jaw line would make such a great composition.
So today in Calculus my mind was wandering as usual, and I started to draw a friend of mine. C'mon! He has such striking features! I just wanted to try and draw his profile - it's really angular, like he was made to be a cartoon.
I hope the people behind me in class don't know him. Otherwise they'll think I'm really creepy.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
The library.
Having fun isn't hard, when you've got a library card.
I really like my library. From week one when we played hide n' seek in the basement, to the copious amounts of legitimate book research I had to do a few weeks ago, to now my home away from home.
Someone took my spot today. It's a great spot - in the basement, quiet, with a dusty window a foot above the big table I sprawl out at that pours sunlight in at an angle. You don't need any fancy climate control - it's really warm where the sun hits but nice and cool if you scrunch into the corner where the light doesn't fall.
I realized part of why I love the library so much (aside from all the books, that's a duh) - it isn't super polished and primped and preppy. Every where else I go on campus is newly renovated, newly constructed, or having the flower beds changed out every 6 weeks. No, literally - a donor stipulated in their contribution to the university that the flower beds be changed EVERY 6 weeks. Or the sidewalk is redone, or the tiles refinished, or an entire building is re-bricked because a bird pooped on it. (I joke about that now, but I wouldn't put it past them.)
The library is homey, it has fading paint and old study pods that have been there since the at least the '70s, it has card catalogs in the lobby purely for sentimental purposes.
I like to go down the aisles between the shelves and trace my hand along the spines as I walk by. I like picking up random books and seeing where they take me. I like how much more productive I am studying here than in my dorm. I like how creative I feel, I like the freedom to sketch without people looking over my shoulder.
I sometimes buy lunch from the cafe on the main level and bring my lunch down to the basement just to inwardly laugh at the death glares I receive for opening my Doritos bag too loud.
So yes, I was bummed that someone took my spot today. So I sat somewhere else, and though it doesn't have my window, or the large table for me to scatter all my notes across, I haven't lost faith in my relationship with the library. I don't need my spot to feel at home.
(and I hope you all got the Arthur reference at the beginning. Other wise I might question our friendship.)
Sarah
I really like my library. From week one when we played hide n' seek in the basement, to the copious amounts of legitimate book research I had to do a few weeks ago, to now my home away from home.
Someone took my spot today. It's a great spot - in the basement, quiet, with a dusty window a foot above the big table I sprawl out at that pours sunlight in at an angle. You don't need any fancy climate control - it's really warm where the sun hits but nice and cool if you scrunch into the corner where the light doesn't fall.
I realized part of why I love the library so much (aside from all the books, that's a duh) - it isn't super polished and primped and preppy. Every where else I go on campus is newly renovated, newly constructed, or having the flower beds changed out every 6 weeks. No, literally - a donor stipulated in their contribution to the university that the flower beds be changed EVERY 6 weeks. Or the sidewalk is redone, or the tiles refinished, or an entire building is re-bricked because a bird pooped on it. (I joke about that now, but I wouldn't put it past them.)
The library is homey, it has fading paint and old study pods that have been there since the at least the '70s, it has card catalogs in the lobby purely for sentimental purposes.
I like to go down the aisles between the shelves and trace my hand along the spines as I walk by. I like picking up random books and seeing where they take me. I like how much more productive I am studying here than in my dorm. I like how creative I feel, I like the freedom to sketch without people looking over my shoulder.
I sometimes buy lunch from the cafe on the main level and bring my lunch down to the basement just to inwardly laugh at the death glares I receive for opening my Doritos bag too loud.
So yes, I was bummed that someone took my spot today. So I sat somewhere else, and though it doesn't have my window, or the large table for me to scatter all my notes across, I haven't lost faith in my relationship with the library. I don't need my spot to feel at home.
(and I hope you all got the Arthur reference at the beginning. Other wise I might question our friendship.)
Sarah
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Dear boy,
Do you know how incredible you are? Maybe my perspective is skewed in your favor.
You are exactly the type of boy I would like to marry, run through the checklist, itemized, color coded, time-stamped. You are the make and model of everything I could possibly want.
And yet - as much as I think about you, and as always it's a bit more than I should, (I'm lying, I think about you a lot more than I should), right now, I'm okay with everything as it is, just because I get to be your friend.
I love calling you my friend.
And I am grateful - so grateful - for just that.
I don't need anything else from you, just to be your friend.
So right now, it's okay that I'm single. It's okay that you're not interested in me that way.
It's okay because we're friends.
Do you know how incredible you are?
Do you know that just being around you changes the way I think about things?
That you bring my focus back to what matters?
That you make me want to do more?
That you make me want to be less, and make Christ everything?
I just thought you should know.
Your friend,
Sarah
Do you know how incredible you are? Maybe my perspective is skewed in your favor.
You are exactly the type of boy I would like to marry, run through the checklist, itemized, color coded, time-stamped. You are the make and model of everything I could possibly want.
And yet - as much as I think about you, and as always it's a bit more than I should, (I'm lying, I think about you a lot more than I should), right now, I'm okay with everything as it is, just because I get to be your friend.
I love calling you my friend.
And I am grateful - so grateful - for just that.
I don't need anything else from you, just to be your friend.
So right now, it's okay that I'm single. It's okay that you're not interested in me that way.
It's okay because we're friends.
Do you know how incredible you are?
Do you know that just being around you changes the way I think about things?
That you bring my focus back to what matters?
That you make me want to do more?
That you make me want to be less, and make Christ everything?
I just thought you should know.
Your friend,
Sarah
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