The Winner!!!

So I decided to make two winners and they are... LAUREN AND KRISTEN! hahah it is very funny because they are sisters.

Thank you for everyone who entered, sorry if you did not win. I appreciate your entries!

I also will be giving Jen a drawing and postcard because she has been such a great follower always so supportive!! Thank you!!


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Epic Post!

Last chance to submit for the contest!! You can put your entry as a comment to this post or the official one. I will find out the winner tonight and post it tomorrow.  Are you excited? You should be!!

Okay so this post may not be epic, but it is very random and full of pictures. So brace yourself!

This is the final product of my dad's Fathers Day card. He loved it haha. Chris (older brother with red hair) looked at himself and made a funny face, haha.  I guess I can't blame him, it's not overall that flattering.

Last week I think it was I watched the trailer for Disney's Tangled, which looks amazing, and I decided to draw Rapunzel.  I changed her look a bit, cause I don't fully like it.  I feel like she could have been prettier. I dunno. Here is a couple sketches -

So on Monday I had my Graduation Ceremony from the Musical Theatre Program.  I was a lot of fun seeing everyone again. Well the half that showed up, hah. There were 11 out of 19 so thats over half. Anyways, here are some pictures-

All of us (that showed)

Fosse Pose!

Gillian and I

Luke and Lauren (Adorable)

Sean and Ashley (not adorable.. Kidding)

Kristin and I

Me and my parents.

Nolan and I

Morgan, Lauren and Me

We were doing a funny picture, I said I was melting and this the end result! haha!

Megan and I

Lauren and Ashley (My two favorites)

Us three!

The five of us (glued from the start)

There you go! It was so much fun. Most of these pictures were taken by my parents new camera, I love it!  The other half by Ashley's dad!

younger years

Pictures of Me and my two brothers when we were young for my dads fathers day card. I will also post the final look of the card.  Hopefully tonight.. 

My little brother (first picture) used to always walk around with a plastic bow and arrow.  So funny.  My older brother has many pictures with missing teeth, and I had many hamsters (yes that is a hamster).

Toy Story 3 is out!! Can't wait to see it.

Goodbye Aladdin!

Done!! I have finished the Aladdin drawings - just in time to print them into cards for the last class tomorrow! BAM! ...not sure how im going to make them in to cards... I dont have much construction paper.  Hmm.. maybe I should have thought of that.

Here are all of them (Starting with the ones you haven't seen) - 

Magic Carpet

Razoul

The Genettes (made for the musical)

Jasmine (Isn't the greatest drawing, but I don't feel like fixing it)

Aladdin

Raja

Iago

Genie

Sultan

Jafar

So there you go. After three weeks of working on these.  Finally done!! Now I have to get to work to do my dads fathers day card. I have no idea what to draw... any suggestions? 

Just a reminder there is five days left till the contest is over. So submit, submit, submit!! We shall see what I have to draw, haha. 

Finally registered for the animation program, and I cant wait.  The schedule is amazing - Monday to Thursday (whoop, whoop!) 

Episode 4: Snakes on the Ground

Episode 4: Snakes on the Ground

click here for the contest

Our two heroines walk along the downtrodden forest path discussing their trip. For once they left Melissa’s ever faithful dog behind.

“CC isn’t giving me enough hours. I may have to borrow money from my parents.” Ramona kicks a protruding root. She winces as the pain radiates in her big toe.

“I’ve figured out my spending money situation.” Melissa replies, a self-satisfied grin on her face. “If I weed the garden and mow the lawn for my grandparents every week, spend nothing, and factor in some birthday money I’m set. I’ll even be able to buy several pints of butterbeer in Hogsmeade on top of everything else.”

“Yeah, I need to save money for your birthday present too. And there’s so many things I need to buy before we go. I’m so excited but people don’t tell you how stressful going on vacation can be!”

Melissa pushes at her sleeve fingering the wand hidden beneath the fabric. “I need a giant suitcase. It’ll have to be almost empty on the way there so I can bring everything I want back. Maybe I could transfigure the inside to be bigger.”

Ramona rolls her eyes; Melissa has yet to master a single spell. “Or you could just bring an extra suitcase.”

“I suppose I could just owl the stuff that won’t fit home.”

Ramona squints at her slightly taller friend, “Are you listening to me or just having a conversation with yourself?”

Melissa’s quiet for a moment and then she shrieks. Her hands come together and she claps like a child, jumping up and down on the spot.

Ramona might be worried, if Melissa didn’t have one of these, seemingly random, outbursts daily.

“Look Mona! Look at the pretty snake. I’m going to talk to it. You stay back, it probably won’t like you and I can’t have you scaring it away.” Melissa runs forward to crouch beside a large red and brown snake.

Her grin makes her face look like it’s about to fall apart.

“Ugh Melissa, I really don’t think this is a good idea...”

“Quiet. Can’t you see we’re talking here?” Melissa’s eyes remain on the snake as she hisses what she thinks is a warm introduction. She can’t be sure as she’s never tried to use her Parseltongue ability before.

The snake remains indifferent.

Melissa keeps trying to talk to the snake, her hissing and tongue lolling is interspersed with several frustrated frowns. Ramona looks on in ever increasing horror.

The snake’s tongue flickers out; its long body contracts and one long hiss emerges.

Melissa giggles, “Fluffy! Ramona does not look like she’s been trampled by a herd of Hippogriffs!”

“It didn’t say that!” Ramona kicks a rock at Melissa, careful to avoid her big toe. “You can’t even talk to snakes. You’re just making weird noses and spitting a lot.”

Melissa stands, whirling to face Ramona. “There’s no need to be jealous just because you are unable to understand the intricacies of Parseltongue. You better apologize to both Fluffy and I.”

“Who names their snake Fluffy? It’s a nasty, ugly, poisonous, scaly ankle biter!”

“Don’t talk about him that way! I thought you of all people would understand. He’s just misunderstood.”

Ramona’s retort dies on her lips.

“Melissa-”

“Apologize to Fluffy first. His forgiveness needs to come before mine.”

“No. Melissa-” Ramona’s voice cracks, her throat is unbearably dry. She’s never been the reckless one but if she doesn’t act she’ll be going to Florida alone. She’ll have to find a new best friend.

The snake’s red and brown scales glint as it rears its hooded head backwards. Ramona needs to act before it’s too late – she’s run out of time.

“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Duck!” Ramona grabs a fairly large rock and hurdles it at the snake. Despite her confusion, Melissa reacts automatically.

The two friends stare at each other, the silence stretches for five heartbeats.

Melissa breaks the moment by turning to look behind her. Fluffy is on the ground, a rock crushing his skull. A horrified whisper escapes her, “What have you done?”

Also see - Episode1, Episode 2, Episode 3, and Melissa's blog.

Episode 3: Finding Nemo

First of all if you are here for the contest click this link - THE CONTEST

If not, I now present..

Episode 3: Finding Nemo

Figurines, pillowcases, a bedspread, stuffed animals, books and pencils all have something in common – aside from the obvious situational factor of being in Ramona’s room - everything is being held together with duct tape.

All of her worldly possessions were ruined when Melissa tried to use her wand. Big strips of the sticky silver stuff obscure half of Ariel’s face as they hold the stuffing inside of her; words are blotted out of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets; Ramona can only see an inch of Quasimodo’s legs.

It took Ramona ages to put everything back together but her things are all so ugly now she doesn’t even care that they’re in one piece.

Melissa hasn’t apologized for ruining everything; she keeps saying a quick Reparo will fix the problem but Melissa has yet to master the spell. So for now everything is ruined. Melissa expects Ramona to wait. Melissa expects Ramona to be understanding and patient while she waits.

The worst aspect of the destruction is Melissa’s carelessness; in her single-minded approach she destroyed Ramona’s Disney World Map. Ramona tries so hard to put the glossy paper back together.

She feels like her heart’s been torn from her body, shredded into bleeding strips of muscle and tissue then duct-taped back together.

A week later and Ramona is past heart-broken, she’s past depression and denial. She’s angry. It isn’t the kind of angry where you let it tear your insides apart or when it’s so bad you need to break something. 

Ramona’s so angry the only solution is to orchestrate Melissa’s total mental deterioration.

Melissa needs to be reduced to a vegetative state, she needs to suffer. And be mindless while she suffers. 

Ramona has never felt revenge of this magnitude; the feeling is both terrifying and empowering. She feels like she can do anything. (Except put the Map back together.)

She feels like her suffering can be redeemed. She has a plan – a brilliant, horrible plan to play on Melissa’s fears.

Every piece of her scheme is in place: she has the code to Melissa’s house, she knows the interior design, and, most importantly, she has her costume.

Ramona sneaks over to Melissa’s house, punches in the four-digit code (cringing as the door buzzes in acceptance), and uses a flashlight to navigate to Melissa’s room. Her cover’s almost blown by Tye, Melissa’s dog, barking at her. She has to rip the costume off and soothe the dog for several minutes before proceeding.

But proceed she does.

Ramona steps over the clothes scattered across the expanse of Melissa’s room; she’s precariously balanced on the tips of her toes and refrains from breathing. This is extremely difficult considering the sheer weight of her attire.

Ramona comes to a stop at Melissa’s bedside, there’s a bit of drool seeping from Melissa’s mouth as she sleeps, mouth agape.

A creepy, evil smile crosses Ramona’s face and she knows the expression can compare to Melissa’s harshest glare. It’s that terrifying.

She looms over Melissa’s body and taps her shoulder.

Melissa, generally a light sleeper, shifts and her eyes flutter open. She groggily licks her lips, “Hi Nemo.”

A furrow mars Ramona’s brow at her best friend’s sleepy smile. The expression worsens as Melissa rolls over and goes back to sleep.

Without trying Melissa foils all her intricate planning. She wants to make Melissa’s sleep-deprived hallucinations real, to further muddle that ambiguous line of fantasy and reality, to make Melissa crack.

Not even five seconds pass before Ramona is in a full rage, it bubbles in her belly and she’s not quite sure what to do. Why does Melissa have to ruin everything?

And then Melissa’s eyes snap open. Her head whips towards Ramona and she takes a deep breath before letting out a window-smashing, horror-ridden, bloodcurdling scream.

The sound never seems to stop.

Ramona smiles as Melissa continues screaming, her skin deathly pale like she’s bearing witness to the most horrifying thing her imagination can conjure. Somewhere upstairs the dog starts barking (though the noise hardly competes).

Melissa grapples for something under her pillow. With a firm grip on her wand she turns the never-ending scream into two words, directed at Nemo-Ramona. “AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Melissa doesn’t wait to see if Nemo-Ramona crumples to the ground, her covers are over her head in a flash. (Except there’s no green flash because if Melissa can’t master a Reparo she certainly can’t master the death spell.)

The words “Avada Kedavra” are repeated over and over and over again as Melissa rocks back and forth beneath her covers.

Melissa is too far gone to hear Ramona’s deranged laughter as she saunters from the room.

Again a reminder - Melissa wrote the story, I drew the pictures.  She is an amazing writer, check out her blog.

CONTEST!!! YOU COULD WIN!!

COME ONE COME ALL TO PARTICIPATE IN MY CONTEST!!

 (Maybe if I use more exclamation marks, it will seem more exciting.)

What you could win-

Firstly, A drawing of your choice. This includes any characters from movies, shows, books, you as a cartoon, etc. However, I don't want to end up drawing 20 characters ha ha, so be nice.  I will draw it on paper, scan it, color it on the computer, print it out on some beautiful hard paper, and send it to you.  I will send anywhere in North America. 

Secondly, Your choice of a Post Card from Disney World, or Harry Potter World. Just let me know. 

How To Win -

Each point counts as one entry which will be entered in a draw at the end. This is how you get points-

2 points - for following me

4 points - for mentioning my blog and contest on your blog (with a link)

6 points - for sending me something creative to entertain me with (ha ha).  This includes drawings, stories, poems etc. Whatever you use to express yourself. 

The end date will be Wednesday June 23rd. 

For your entries just put them as a comment with a link etc. Have fun!!

Here is my Jafar that I just finished. He took longer than the rest.  I think its cause he is so bony. 

genie

I only have one more Aladdin drawing for you guys today.  I know, shame, shame. I still have 5 more to do. Maybe I will do another today; however we do have to work on the third comic.  For those of you who have not read the other two- here are the links. Episode 1: Dementia Strikes Back, Episode 2: Gone With The Wand. 

Again, these comics are about Melissa and I preparing for our trip to Florida (Universal Studios, Islands of Adventure, Seaworld, Aquatica, and Disney World). We are very excited. 

I'm thinking of making a contest, and the winner will recieve a drawing of whatever they want.  Whether it be them as a cartoon, or something random they come up with. I'm not sure what the contest should be about though.  Let me know if you are interested, or what you think. Maybe I will also send them a postcard or something from DisneyWorld. Maybe then I'll get lots of followers.  Muhahhaha!!  Sorry about that.  Got a little carried away. 

Anywho, less then a month till the animation program starts.  I cant wait! I will be sure to post drawings on here from the class.

So without further babbling about my life here is the Genie -

Thank you and have a nice day!

Iago, Abu, and Sultan

3 more characters down!! Its quite a bit more fun now that I figured out how to keep the sketchy feel to them. 

Iago-

Abu-

Sultan-

Yesterday Joel and I decided to go to Playland.  I was indeed excited for this because I had been waiting to go.  However, between getting sushi, and going to Playland, it started to rain.  Scratch that, it poured.  We were already there so we went anyways.  It was actually quite a bit of fun, though the rain pelted us in the face while on the rides.  The upside- no lines, the downside - freezing cold.  Though after going on Hells Gate (bad  idea - I felt like I was going to throw up) we decided to leave. Overall it was very fun, but we only lasted an hour and a half.

Note to followers - Please write comments, I shall write back.  I would love to hear what you think about the drawings etc.  If you have any suggestions for drawings, please let me know, it would be a fun challenge! 

That is all.

Episode 2: Gone With The Wand

Episode 2: Gone With The Wand

A Whale Eats Mickey Mouse and a Bloody Nougat: The Premeditated Adventures of Melissa and Ramona.

Melissa readies herself, arms positioned at the perfect angle. She knows she has only two and a half months to prepare herself for Hogwarts; Melissa needs to possess a firm grasp on her magic by then, she may have missed out when she was eleven but she’ll show them. She has skills.

She deserves this.

Melissa’s practiced for this moment with useless, non-magical, branches for years.

Hazel eyes narrow, arm muscles are rigid; she concentrates her entire being on this task.

She brings the wand down, flicking her wrist in two elegant twists, twirling the wood with a finesse known to few.

The adrenaline courses through her veins so hard that it takes a moment to register. Nothing but sparks emerge. And the sparks hardly count – the manufacturer promised sparks.

Melissa shakes it off, sweeps her long hair over her shoulder and tries again. These things take time. Maybe it’s different than with a branch. The balance is off.

Yeah, that’s it, the balance is the problem.

Melissa tries again. And again. And again. And again.

“Ugh! I’m worse than Neville Longbottom before he found his nerve!” Melissa rants, kicking the air with her foot. She learned her lesson years ago – never kick solid objects, you’ll hurt yourself more than them, objects are heartless like that.

Melissa, too stubborn to give up just yet, considers her options. She wishes she knew how to meditate. Or lived in the movies, they always have some sort of training montage where at the end the Leading Lady is suddenly brilliant. Plus, that way, Melissa could fast-forward through the boring effort part.

Real life gets in the way of that idea.

In search of inspiration she goes to the basement to bug Ramona’s Older Brother – arguing with him always makes her synapses fire.

She creeps across the carpet and peers into his room. He’s playing the Wii.

Maybe the problem is trying to direct her magic at an inanimate object – it may work for Harry but Melissa never does things the normal way – maybe she needs an animated object as a focus. Maybe coming down to see Ramona’s Older Brother is exactly what she needs.

Melissa crouches, arm snaking around the door frame, and points the wand at his toque-covered head. She centers herself, slows her breathing and, this time, urges her heart to calm.

She picks the first charm that comes to mind - the severing charm - and reminds herself to swish and flick. “Diffindo!”

Ramona’s Older Brother’s fingers mash the buttons of his controller, his arm jerking side to side, his attention riveted on the TV.

Melissa scowls; his body is still perfectly intact.

Rage fills her, clouding her vision, and she jumps from behind the door. “Difindo! Diffindo! Diffindo!”

His eyes flit to her for a moment, “Go away. I’m busy.”

“DIFFINDO!” Melissa jerks her arm so wildly the wand flies from her grasp clattering against one of the swords hanging on his wall.

“Those are valuable! What are you doing? Ramona isn’t even here right now.” He asks clearly annoyed at the intrusion. He has to pause his game. “Why are you throwing a stick at my wall? Is this a new thing of yours?”

Melissa picks up the wand, her knuckles white around the shaft. “It’s.Not.A.Stick. It’s my wand.”

“Your what?”

“Never mind Older Brother! It doesn’t concern you.”

“You came into my room, threw it at my wall and yelled at me. I think it does.”

“And now I’m leaving.”

Back in the privacy of Ramona’s room, Melissa crumbles; a swirling miasma of disappointment, exhaustion and frustration.

Melissa throws her wand during her meltdown. It clatters against a shelf, knocking movies off so they smash against the floor. A Hunchback of Notre Dame figure crashes to the ground, shattering on impact. Half of Quasimodo’s face hits Melissa’s knee.

She stops to stare at the disfigured, half a face. An idea hits her like a semi truck – except it’s a lot less painful and a lot more like a light bulb illuminating over her head.

Melissa works at her task with a single-minded determination, she works and works, fingers systematically completing their tasks. She laughs her evil, I’ve-Outwitted-That-Inanimate-Object cackle.

Hours later

Finally finished Melissa surveys her work, twirling her wand between her fingers – she mastered the art somewhere between the bedspread and the scrapbook drawer.

“I knew Mom was right – practice does make perfect.”

Melissa pauses, putting a hold on admiring her handiwork, because she hears a distinctive set of footsteps coming up the stairs.

She clears her throat, waiting for the perfect moment. Melissa hears the creak of Ramona stepping on the landing.  “Diffindo!”

“Melissa?” Ramona steps into her room. She blinks hard once, as though she’s seeing things, before her eyes widen, horror marring her features.