I can hear the bells ringing joyful and triumphant
disclaimer: long-ass entry. I'm due for one. I'll heart you if you read the whole thing.
I finished both of the correspondence classes. I don't have grades for the tests yet, but I'm feeling an A on the Biology, and probably a C on the Economics. Someone, please, don't ever let me put myself through that hell again.
I still have night school for English 7 (that's senior English, first semester, which I failed) every Thursday night until May 25th. That's right, the day AFTER Senior's Last Day. But it will be worth it to graduate.
Because, of course, all I ever really wanted to do was graduate. And I'm going to. And I'm going to go to PCC for a year, and then I'm going to try for Art Institute of Seattle for culinary arts. And we'll see from there.
Prom is two weeks from today. I've stopped stressing. There was a moment of panic concerning my dress: I put down the wrong zip code on my online order. But I caught it in time, chatted with a very nice customer service girl, and the dress will be here sometime next week. There was a second moment of panic when I got an email saying Nordstrom.com had accidently charged me twice for the dress, but the same email soothed my fears by saying they'd replace the over charge. Another nice chat with another nice customer service girl, who told me I could fax them my bank statement, and they'd cover my overdraft fee.
So no more Panic.
Today I got a letter from Portland Public Schools inviting me to participate in a sciecne lab at Benson on May 17th. Apparently my CIM score was similar to a score that a student taking an OHSU class would get. It's cool, I go do science for two hours, and they compensate me $10. Which, granted, is not a lot, but I'm really not complaining. It's nice to be told I'm smart from time to time. I tend to forget.
I went to the Keller Auditorium to see the Oregon Ballet Theater perform an All-Mozart Program last night. Thea was my date. I got two free tickets for submitting three of my photographs from one of their rehearsals in October. I sat next to Erin and her dad. It was breathtaking, and of course made me wish I'd never had to stop dancing. They did a series of pieces to no music, and even though we were way up in the second balcony, we could hear the dancers breathing. It blew my mind that the acoustics were that good.
Thursday is my six-month anniversary with Morgan. Has it really been that long? I sometimes find it hard to believe.
Thursday is also the Art Extravaganza at Wilson, which many people should come to. I'll have pieces for sale, and pieces for show, and we really need the support. It starts at 5. Please be there.
My most favorite sing at the moment (kudos if you read all the lyrics. DOUBLE kudos if you make an insightful comment about them!):
Artist: Mike Doughty
Song: I Hear The Bells
I hear the bells
Down in the canyon, it's
Snow in New York
Some blue December, I'm
Gone to the moon
Without you, girl, and I'm
Calling to you
Throughout the world and well I can
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful and triumphant and
I hear the bells
They are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face
So inaccessible
Your inner mind
So inexpressible
I'm seeking girls
In sales and marketing
Let's go make out
Up in the balcony
Your business dress
So businesslike and I'm
Tossing the blouse
Over a chairback and
You snooze, you lose
Well I have snost and lost
I'm pushing through
I'll disregard the cost
I hear the bells
So fascinating and
I'll slug it out
I'm sick of waiting
I finished both of the correspondence classes. I don't have grades for the tests yet, but I'm feeling an A on the Biology, and probably a C on the Economics. Someone, please, don't ever let me put myself through that hell again.
I still have night school for English 7 (that's senior English, first semester, which I failed) every Thursday night until May 25th. That's right, the day AFTER Senior's Last Day. But it will be worth it to graduate.
Because, of course, all I ever really wanted to do was graduate. And I'm going to. And I'm going to go to PCC for a year, and then I'm going to try for Art Institute of Seattle for culinary arts. And we'll see from there.
Prom is two weeks from today. I've stopped stressing. There was a moment of panic concerning my dress: I put down the wrong zip code on my online order. But I caught it in time, chatted with a very nice customer service girl, and the dress will be here sometime next week. There was a second moment of panic when I got an email saying Nordstrom.com had accidently charged me twice for the dress, but the same email soothed my fears by saying they'd replace the over charge. Another nice chat with another nice customer service girl, who told me I could fax them my bank statement, and they'd cover my overdraft fee.
So no more Panic.
Today I got a letter from Portland Public Schools inviting me to participate in a sciecne lab at Benson on May 17th. Apparently my CIM score was similar to a score that a student taking an OHSU class would get. It's cool, I go do science for two hours, and they compensate me $10. Which, granted, is not a lot, but I'm really not complaining. It's nice to be told I'm smart from time to time. I tend to forget.
I went to the Keller Auditorium to see the Oregon Ballet Theater perform an All-Mozart Program last night. Thea was my date. I got two free tickets for submitting three of my photographs from one of their rehearsals in October. I sat next to Erin and her dad. It was breathtaking, and of course made me wish I'd never had to stop dancing. They did a series of pieces to no music, and even though we were way up in the second balcony, we could hear the dancers breathing. It blew my mind that the acoustics were that good.
Thursday is my six-month anniversary with Morgan. Has it really been that long? I sometimes find it hard to believe.
Thursday is also the Art Extravaganza at Wilson, which many people should come to. I'll have pieces for sale, and pieces for show, and we really need the support. It starts at 5. Please be there.
My most favorite sing at the moment (kudos if you read all the lyrics. DOUBLE kudos if you make an insightful comment about them!):
Artist: Mike Doughty
Song: I Hear The Bells
I hear the bells
Down in the canyon, it's
Snow in New York
Some blue December, I'm
Gone to the moon
Without you, girl, and I'm
Calling to you
Throughout the world and well I can
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful and triumphant and
I hear the bells
They are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face
So inaccessible
Your inner mind
So inexpressible
I'm seeking girls
In sales and marketing
Let's go make out
Up in the balcony
Your business dress
So businesslike and I'm
Tossing the blouse
Over a chairback and
You snooze, you lose
Well I have snost and lost
I'm pushing through
I'll disregard the cost
I hear the bells
So fascinating and
I'll slug it out
I'm sick of waiting