i made wine from a lilac tree, put my heart in its recipe
+ jeff buckley has made my days llena de paz. i thank dear adrienne for the contribution of this magical music.
+ i saw phantom of the opera on sunday, it lacked passion.
+ on saturday we had a destination imagination competition. our props kicked major DI ass: our set was made out of tortilla chips, coffee, oatmeal, and paint chips. we won a davinci, but lost, to quote the prolific david, "to some ballsuckers", which is mostly true. there is a formula for success within the program, which involves very little skill and lots of color. in eighth grade we adhered closely in the interest of global finals. however, every other year the general reaction has been "well your shit doesn't meet any of our requirements, so you can't technically win, but we'll give you a davinci ("the highest honor in DI") just cos it's damn cool and we don't really know what else to do with you". i'm cool with that, yeah to not selling out. comical, yet entirely not.
+ i was accepted to the museum school of fine arts in boston. i cried tears of joy when i read the letter, not something which one often has the opportunity or circumstance to do.
+ it could be that i am failing school entirely, but i take comfort in the fact that i always kick it up the last half of the year.
+ i have a new friend who requires more thought and attention than the average person ("I'm like you're fucking science experiment or something"). he denies that i could be partial to him as a human in any way. a sentiment stemming from either a real or pretended self-hatred. i don't wish to expend any further energy convincing him of my views regarding him, yet at the same time, his denial frustrates me. he often informs me that i am "really fucking cool" and one of the few humans he has encountered with whom he wishes to become the best of friends (a sentiment i am still questioning, despite his insistence of these truths to other parties. call it self defense? i still plan on going with the flow, my life philosophy, which has lately been proving itself all too worthy in the most simply, peacefully, and wholely satisfying ways) yet spending a half hour in subzero temperatures talking with him while he smokes his cigarettes does little to convince him of my equal views. at least he gives hugs and not high fives.
+ i saw phantom of the opera on sunday, it lacked passion.
+ on saturday we had a destination imagination competition. our props kicked major DI ass: our set was made out of tortilla chips, coffee, oatmeal, and paint chips. we won a davinci, but lost, to quote the prolific david, "to some ballsuckers", which is mostly true. there is a formula for success within the program, which involves very little skill and lots of color. in eighth grade we adhered closely in the interest of global finals. however, every other year the general reaction has been "well your shit doesn't meet any of our requirements, so you can't technically win, but we'll give you a davinci ("the highest honor in DI") just cos it's damn cool and we don't really know what else to do with you". i'm cool with that, yeah to not selling out. comical, yet entirely not.
+ i was accepted to the museum school of fine arts in boston. i cried tears of joy when i read the letter, not something which one often has the opportunity or circumstance to do.
+ it could be that i am failing school entirely, but i take comfort in the fact that i always kick it up the last half of the year.
+ i have a new friend who requires more thought and attention than the average person ("I'm like you're fucking science experiment or something"). he denies that i could be partial to him as a human in any way. a sentiment stemming from either a real or pretended self-hatred. i don't wish to expend any further energy convincing him of my views regarding him, yet at the same time, his denial frustrates me. he often informs me that i am "really fucking cool" and one of the few humans he has encountered with whom he wishes to become the best of friends (a sentiment i am still questioning, despite his insistence of these truths to other parties. call it self defense? i still plan on going with the flow, my life philosophy, which has lately been proving itself all too worthy in the most simply, peacefully, and wholely satisfying ways) yet spending a half hour in subzero temperatures talking with him while he smokes his cigarettes does little to convince him of my equal views. at least he gives hugs and not high fives.