That one car wreck you can't turn your eyes from
I fell right asleep after dinner. >.< I need some serious sleep. I stayed up too late last night watching some Flight of the Conchords on youtube. XD I think it was worth it. lol, I was larking about them all day.
Don't you just love drama that doesn't include you? Haha. It's like a car wreck you can't avert your gaze from. :P The huge rift is that yesterday, during our normal Wednesday chapel, one of the student chapel leaders called people up if they wanted to pray. So, basically half the high school goes up there because a friend or two goes up, then it just snowballs from there. Most of us were actually thinking about the message and whatnot at our seats. Then they started playing some background music...which just distracted me even more. (the kid can't sing >.<) It was one of those moments where you recognize God's sense of humour. I was just saying "help me not be distracted by the people up front, especially with the music" and bam, he starts to sing. Lol, oh I love life. I was trying not to laugh. But, that's besides the point. So this morning, one of the teachers came up to our student body president and flat out asked him why he didn't go up to the front. And he was really hammering on this guy for not going up! So, basically there's just been that conflict about "why didn't you go up to the front" "why aren't you being a good leader" "you're not a Christian" and crap like that. No wonder the world hates Christians so much. Believe you me, I get frustrated with those lame-os as much as the next person. >.< Because the ones they see are hypocritical and no fun. ^^ I'm glad I'm fun.
So the people I was going to see Gilmour's "Remember That Night" with on Saturday...out of five of them (one of em's my dad), two definitely can't go and I dunno about the other two. I'm not even sure if my dad's going to go for sure. >.< I emailed one of em and I'll talk to the other at school tomorrow. I hope at least those two can come! I can't go alone... That just wouldn't be as enjoyable. Lol, can you imagine? Me sitting on the end of a movie theater row, all singing along and jamming to the movie...all by myself. How pitiful! That's still a really hilarious mental image, though. :P
I'm nearly finished with coloring my drawing in art. My art teacher commented that it was like work he'd seen from the main artist of the Yellow Submarine movie. ^^ Yay, I achieved my goal of making it psychedelic! I just have to do some touch-ups and stuff. And I even drew today in art. Oi vay, I know. Not one of my fortes, for sure. But I did a pretty good sketch of my foot, I think. ^^ I ought to draw my hand next time. I have this huge obsession over hands... bony ones. I dunno, but bones interest me leik whoa. Skeletons are cool. I love like when you're looking at your arm and you see how your bones jut out at your elbow and near your wrist and stuff. It just adds to that whole "I actually am what we study in Bio" sort of mentality. And I love it!
Oh, and Sylvia Plath's trying to kill herself again. The Bell Jar. Why I love that book continues to escape me, but I still can relate to her, despite her issues. Artist's mentality, I guess? Or maybe poet's mentality? I ought to read more poet biographies. It'd help me figure out what to do with poetry as a whole in my life.
Katrina
Don't you just love drama that doesn't include you? Haha. It's like a car wreck you can't avert your gaze from. :P The huge rift is that yesterday, during our normal Wednesday chapel, one of the student chapel leaders called people up if they wanted to pray. So, basically half the high school goes up there because a friend or two goes up, then it just snowballs from there. Most of us were actually thinking about the message and whatnot at our seats. Then they started playing some background music...which just distracted me even more. (the kid can't sing >.<) It was one of those moments where you recognize God's sense of humour. I was just saying "help me not be distracted by the people up front, especially with the music" and bam, he starts to sing. Lol, oh I love life. I was trying not to laugh. But, that's besides the point. So this morning, one of the teachers came up to our student body president and flat out asked him why he didn't go up to the front. And he was really hammering on this guy for not going up! So, basically there's just been that conflict about "why didn't you go up to the front" "why aren't you being a good leader" "you're not a Christian" and crap like that. No wonder the world hates Christians so much. Believe you me, I get frustrated with those lame-os as much as the next person. >.< Because the ones they see are hypocritical and no fun. ^^ I'm glad I'm fun.
So the people I was going to see Gilmour's "Remember That Night" with on Saturday...out of five of them (one of em's my dad), two definitely can't go and I dunno about the other two. I'm not even sure if my dad's going to go for sure. >.< I emailed one of em and I'll talk to the other at school tomorrow. I hope at least those two can come! I can't go alone... That just wouldn't be as enjoyable. Lol, can you imagine? Me sitting on the end of a movie theater row, all singing along and jamming to the movie...all by myself. How pitiful! That's still a really hilarious mental image, though. :P
I'm nearly finished with coloring my drawing in art. My art teacher commented that it was like work he'd seen from the main artist of the Yellow Submarine movie. ^^ Yay, I achieved my goal of making it psychedelic! I just have to do some touch-ups and stuff. And I even drew today in art. Oi vay, I know. Not one of my fortes, for sure. But I did a pretty good sketch of my foot, I think. ^^ I ought to draw my hand next time. I have this huge obsession over hands... bony ones. I dunno, but bones interest me leik whoa. Skeletons are cool. I love like when you're looking at your arm and you see how your bones jut out at your elbow and near your wrist and stuff. It just adds to that whole "I actually am what we study in Bio" sort of mentality. And I love it!
Oh, and Sylvia Plath's trying to kill herself again. The Bell Jar. Why I love that book continues to escape me, but I still can relate to her, despite her issues. Artist's mentality, I guess? Or maybe poet's mentality? I ought to read more poet biographies. It'd help me figure out what to do with poetry as a whole in my life.
Katrina