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I've been going through my old notebooks and stuff. After a highschool of never being able to figure out a good system for my notes and organizing stuff, I hit upon the perfect system about two years in college. CVS sells these 6"x4" and 5"x3" memo books. I bought a bunch and carried them around in my purse or bag or whatever, and any class that I didn't have to lug art supplies to, I used these for all my notes and everything. I also drew in them. The tiny formfactor definitely had something to do with my later obsessive pattern doodles as seen in the previous post of scans. Even though I didn't find any things like them in my tiny memo books, I know that presenting myself with the large, clean, open space of an 8.5 X 11 sketchbook urged me to fill fill FILL it with pattern and texture, because my brain was so used to filling these tiny pages with tiny writing and tons of notes and sketches.

ANYWAY.

These next two drawings I know I drew on the plane to Houston the day before my grandfather's funeral.

This one I did by scribbling lines all over, and then seeing what popped out at me, emphasizing those and erasing others and adding detail until it turned into something. I don't know who she is but I vividly recall her just... showing up. And I know I didn't pull her from anywhere, and I was in a plane on my way to a funeral and she's falling or being blown somewhere and I look at it now and go "oh god, I'm so fucking obvious." But at the time she was just sort of, hrm, startling.


And this, I drew on the plane and then on the ride to my grandma's house. Hrm. Yeah.

Completely unrelated to death, a HUGE image of... 13 pages of exchanged notes on a 5"x3" memo book. I don't remember what the boy looked like other than a nebulous thought that he was cute and also nerdy like me. I think he was like, three years older than me or something. God knows why he didn't ask me out. I must have been grossly offputting. This conversation was, apparently, so amusing to me that I've lugged this little notebook (which contains NOTHING else of value) around with me for the last 5 years of my life, and seemingly rescued it from a burst blue pen. Well, I still get a kick out of it... I couldn't tell you what play we were supposed to be discussing. I know it had something to do with nuns, obviously.

note: "Fat horsey" predates Kate Beaton's "Fat pony" by YEARS. dammit.

(ps: note my new icon)

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fun_french_fri
Aug. 30th, 2009 05:56 am (UTC)
Pretty icon!
It's funny that Cute Nerd keeps drawing stuff from Rejected. How bad was that class? The professor sounds like crap.
mizufae
Aug. 30th, 2009 07:15 am (UTC)
it was the Big Internet Meme at the time. Very topical. It should have been a current events class, obviously.

The class in the end was alright. Our prof was a 70 year old dude named Samuel, and when people managed to get a word in edgewise between him and this IDIOT chick who didn't know what iambic pentameter was (who claimed that women in shakespeare's time could totally get a job or whatever, uuuuugh)it was a fairly intelligent bunch. I, of course, did ace on all the tests, and came out with an A, even though I don't think I read three of the damn plays.
littlebunny777
Aug. 30th, 2009 07:00 am (UTC)
Dude, why didn't you drag this kid into a closet and get him pregnant immediately? Clearly he wanted to bone you silly.
mizufae
Aug. 30th, 2009 07:13 am (UTC)
maybe he had a girlfriend? i honest to god do NOT remember.
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