tumbling dice
Feb. 7th, 2016 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanama41 days until the vernal equinox
Unfortunately, we seem to be going back into the heart of winter and I guess that makes sense because the blood goes into the heart and then goes out to the lungs and then the oxygenated blood goes back into the heart to be distributed throughout the body again.
I met a woman with blue-green hair on the way in (I spent ten minutes drawing her, and meanwhile, a man played the erhu) and a woman with purple hair on the way out and I think once I get something better than winter sun for photographing my sketchbook, I'm going to print it out and color it in. Note to self: the woman with green hair's jacket was slate gray/slightly greenish and her bag was cream-colored and black and her leggings and shoes were also black. Her eyes were brown but that doesn't really matter. She had a crescent moon tattooed on a finger while the woman with purple hair had a barely visible black mark mostly obscured by her sleeve. I really really really needed to pee on the way home, but that's okay because there were only a few people I really wanted to draw and one of them got off before I got the chance to.
I also saw a man with bright red hair.
I discussed how she wants to go snowtubing; how there was a hill leading to the parking lot to the athletic field at my middle school and after school on snowy days, we'd go sledding down it in inner tubes; how someone once went sledding with a dumpster-salvaged mattress, with Ryan, who had hair the color of roses and now has hair the color of lilacs.
A woman was reading Catch-22. Her hair was long and mundane colored and partially covered by a hat. So it goes.
Emma invited me to something, and since this something has nothing to do with her and none of the vendors at this something are people I know, I'm going to assume said invite was an accident.
burning question: How can he see he's got flies in his eyes if he's got flies in his eyes?
Unfortunately, we seem to be going back into the heart of winter and I guess that makes sense because the blood goes into the heart and then goes out to the lungs and then the oxygenated blood goes back into the heart to be distributed throughout the body again.
I met a woman with blue-green hair on the way in (I spent ten minutes drawing her, and meanwhile, a man played the erhu) and a woman with purple hair on the way out and I think once I get something better than winter sun for photographing my sketchbook, I'm going to print it out and color it in. Note to self: the woman with green hair's jacket was slate gray/slightly greenish and her bag was cream-colored and black and her leggings and shoes were also black. Her eyes were brown but that doesn't really matter. She had a crescent moon tattooed on a finger while the woman with purple hair had a barely visible black mark mostly obscured by her sleeve. I really really really needed to pee on the way home, but that's okay because there were only a few people I really wanted to draw and one of them got off before I got the chance to.
I also saw a man with bright red hair.
I discussed how she wants to go snowtubing; how there was a hill leading to the parking lot to the athletic field at my middle school and after school on snowy days, we'd go sledding down it in inner tubes; how someone once went sledding with a dumpster-salvaged mattress, with Ryan, who had hair the color of roses and now has hair the color of lilacs.
A woman was reading Catch-22. Her hair was long and mundane colored and partially covered by a hat. So it goes.
Emma invited me to something, and since this something has nothing to do with her and none of the vendors at this something are people I know, I'm going to assume said invite was an accident.
burning question: How can he see he's got flies in his eyes if he's got flies in his eyes?
