Where have the Z's gone?
The next person to comment in this journal and say something along the lines of "you're a strong person" is getting the shibi beat out of them. Just so you know ahead of time.
I'm so tired, and I have no idea why... My cousins were here for Friday and left at 8:30 last night, but holy cow, are they tiring! I forgot how hyper and crazy they are. It was a lot easier to hang out with them when I was hyper and younger. They always make me feel so old... Although, I did hang out with them and pretend that our swingset was a ship and you couldn't touch the ground. I was the only one able to climb across the monkeybars and swings to make it to the other side. :) But placing your foot in a swing and accidently doing a split is very painful... We went to the wildlife preserve (it's so pretty) and my shoe sunk into a lagoon-ish type thing. It was very icky! After that we went bowling. We all did really bad, except for Edd, who's ego inflated to the size of this country. I did really bad. Got 3rd place out of 5, though, so it wasn't all so horrible, I suppose. I need to practice more. I think I might start bowling every weekend.
I need to do my homework... but I'm just not feeling into it. I'm going to fail Geometry. I don't understand any of it. But what else is new, I was always belittled when it came to math. The only class I like so far is English. I've gotten all 100's so far. I can't wait to take English AP - it seems like fun, and plus I love British literature. Mmm, I'm also debating about doubling up on art or not. (I need to think fast on that one, we pick classes for next year soon!) My hands are just to shakey and I have a hard time getting inspired in such a competitive atmosphere. Art isn't a sport, it's a, well, art. It's a passion, dammit, so why do we all have to be so "Let's be better than everyone else" about it? That goes for school in general. Damn whoever made it a competitive thing, versus a learning thing. Speaking of art, here's my opinion on it as I mentioned in a post on Gaia:
To me, art is a window into another world. The moment I begin the first line on that empty canvas, the problems and worries of my routine life fades into the deepest layers of my subconcious, and instantly I find myself whisked away into a happy little place where anything is possible. Things aren't limited to cliche shapes and colors in that world. It seems that anything you can dare to dream up is, in fact, within your reach. You can create and imagine until you are at peace - or you can gnaw and destroy until you are satisfied. It's a way to express things that I can't always think of words for (or even so, I would never dare say them aloud). I draw so I can escape, and in doing so I hope that, somewhere out there, one other person is able to get a three-second escape as well. ...Rereading that, I realized it sounds bloody crazy, or somewhat "deep". *impressed*
That's what I say. I guess it was good, because I got a couple lovely replies, including this one from the thread's author:
Actually, that's very inspiring. I have too much of an urge to make art that's both respectable and popular, I don't think I quite use my imagination enough. Thanks for reminding me to make the kind of art I want to make.
Yes, I feel pretty darn special right there. That was probably my lift of the past two weeks. Too bad I'm in a nasty artist block. I think Keevif died.
I don't like being so unhappy all the time. Thanks a lot for messing me up.
PS: I had a lovely conversation with Christina last night. Thanks for talking to me, you cheered me up somehow. ♥ I hope you do good on your upcoming test, Christina-face! :D
I'm so tired, and I have no idea why... My cousins were here for Friday and left at 8:30 last night, but holy cow, are they tiring! I forgot how hyper and crazy they are. It was a lot easier to hang out with them when I was hyper and younger. They always make me feel so old... Although, I did hang out with them and pretend that our swingset was a ship and you couldn't touch the ground. I was the only one able to climb across the monkeybars and swings to make it to the other side. :) But placing your foot in a swing and accidently doing a split is very painful... We went to the wildlife preserve (it's so pretty) and my shoe sunk into a lagoon-ish type thing. It was very icky! After that we went bowling. We all did really bad, except for Edd, who's ego inflated to the size of this country. I did really bad. Got 3rd place out of 5, though, so it wasn't all so horrible, I suppose. I need to practice more. I think I might start bowling every weekend.
I need to do my homework... but I'm just not feeling into it. I'm going to fail Geometry. I don't understand any of it. But what else is new, I was always belittled when it came to math. The only class I like so far is English. I've gotten all 100's so far. I can't wait to take English AP - it seems like fun, and plus I love British literature. Mmm, I'm also debating about doubling up on art or not. (I need to think fast on that one, we pick classes for next year soon!) My hands are just to shakey and I have a hard time getting inspired in such a competitive atmosphere. Art isn't a sport, it's a, well, art. It's a passion, dammit, so why do we all have to be so "Let's be better than everyone else" about it? That goes for school in general. Damn whoever made it a competitive thing, versus a learning thing. Speaking of art, here's my opinion on it as I mentioned in a post on Gaia:
To me, art is a window into another world. The moment I begin the first line on that empty canvas, the problems and worries of my routine life fades into the deepest layers of my subconcious, and instantly I find myself whisked away into a happy little place where anything is possible. Things aren't limited to cliche shapes and colors in that world. It seems that anything you can dare to dream up is, in fact, within your reach. You can create and imagine until you are at peace - or you can gnaw and destroy until you are satisfied. It's a way to express things that I can't always think of words for (or even so, I would never dare say them aloud). I draw so I can escape, and in doing so I hope that, somewhere out there, one other person is able to get a three-second escape as well. ...Rereading that, I realized it sounds bloody crazy, or somewhat "deep". *impressed*
That's what I say. I guess it was good, because I got a couple lovely replies, including this one from the thread's author:
Actually, that's very inspiring. I have too much of an urge to make art that's both respectable and popular, I don't think I quite use my imagination enough. Thanks for reminding me to make the kind of art I want to make.
Yes, I feel pretty darn special right there. That was probably my lift of the past two weeks. Too bad I'm in a nasty artist block. I think Keevif died.
I don't like being so unhappy all the time. Thanks a lot for messing me up.
PS: I had a lovely conversation with Christina last night. Thanks for talking to me, you cheered me up somehow. ♥ I hope you do good on your upcoming test, Christina-face! :D