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Thursday and Friday afternoon I helped with Stage Door stuff. I curled hair mainly and put up the decorations in the halls. I curled Chasse's hair a little too, that was fun. And Molly and I were civil to eachother. I enjoyed spending time with the Juniors. I'm really gunna miss them next year. Jess Mac says she has a lil something for me since I helped out, and I really don't deserve anything but Jess is just such a sweetie. Well Saturday morning I went to see the Sponge Bob movie with the family, and Noah. it was soooooo funny. then we ate at rt. 72 diner which was as always an experience neither delightful or horriable, just somewhere in between. That night I went to see the play, you know, be part of the audience, and those guys really out did themselves. I never imagined it would be so good. It was a great choice of play too. There was a cast party at Lori's that night but the big sister role attacked again and I couldn't go. I haven't hung out with Lor in a while and I super duper miss her. I see her every day pretty much, but we don't spend time together, just us 2. :-( I called G-$ when I got home, no wait, I turned on my phone and just then he called me, and I realized how dependant he is on me. It made me cry. I know if we broke up he wpouldn't sink into a deep depression or die, it's not like that, but what would he be living for? he told me flat out, that he tries to keep his life together and be a better person just for me, and that witout me he wouldn't do it for himself. Ho hum, saddening.
Anyway, after we talked for a little I promised to call him back at 12:30 and I watched Thirteen. It was a horriable movie, I mean the acting was great and the story was intense, but the memories it brought to the front of my mind were scary. It made me thing of my days with Rob, and that all of this happened to the character when she was opnly in 7th grade. I read the credits and the writer/director of the movie is a female, and I think it was a portrait of her life. That's just the impression I got.
Speaking of self portraits, I finally finished mine. I love the different hills and valleys, and the areas of light and dark, and the small bits of color under all the balck and white, I just love it all. The texture and the contrast throught out it, and espically the sings of the material making its own art and creating its own dimensions that I had no control over. Mrs.Archer is insisting on entering it into the national scolastic art competition, and even though I don't want to win any scolarship to an art school, I'm happy that my work is being judged by professional critics. Maybe it's too 'modern art' for them, or maybe they are looking for something like a drawing or painting, I don't care. Even if I don't do well, I know that it's impressed some people who live and breath art, so I'm happy.
Today has been blah, nothing exciting. Jackie and Kay broke up a few days ago :-( but now she's on Thanksgiving break and I think she's home, unless she's still at other collages visiting friends. I can't wait to see her. Jackie makes my life feel so full, I just love the time we share. I always feel better around her, even if shes suffocating me with sisterly protection, I know she does it because she loves me and doesn't wnat to see me get hurt. Most of the time she knows what she's talking about too, even when she's drunk. I love that girl. Well thats all now. i know i said no love for the rest of the week but...
Love and football
Anyway, after we talked for a little I promised to call him back at 12:30 and I watched Thirteen. It was a horriable movie, I mean the acting was great and the story was intense, but the memories it brought to the front of my mind were scary. It made me thing of my days with Rob, and that all of this happened to the character when she was opnly in 7th grade. I read the credits and the writer/director of the movie is a female, and I think it was a portrait of her life. That's just the impression I got.
Speaking of self portraits, I finally finished mine. I love the different hills and valleys, and the areas of light and dark, and the small bits of color under all the balck and white, I just love it all. The texture and the contrast throught out it, and espically the sings of the material making its own art and creating its own dimensions that I had no control over. Mrs.Archer is insisting on entering it into the national scolastic art competition, and even though I don't want to win any scolarship to an art school, I'm happy that my work is being judged by professional critics. Maybe it's too 'modern art' for them, or maybe they are looking for something like a drawing or painting, I don't care. Even if I don't do well, I know that it's impressed some people who live and breath art, so I'm happy.
Today has been blah, nothing exciting. Jackie and Kay broke up a few days ago :-( but now she's on Thanksgiving break and I think she's home, unless she's still at other collages visiting friends. I can't wait to see her. Jackie makes my life feel so full, I just love the time we share. I always feel better around her, even if shes suffocating me with sisterly protection, I know she does it because she loves me and doesn't wnat to see me get hurt. Most of the time she knows what she's talking about too, even when she's drunk. I love that girl. Well thats all now. i know i said no love for the rest of the week but...
Love and football