That wasn't good enough to make us happy.
So...giving my eyes a breather. They are shot as is, and staring at lots of shapes for a few hours exactly help them. ::Sigh:: Okay- I have to finish atleast 2 of them tonight for ap (other pieces:green self portrait, ears, blenders, angel, David) plus one or two that can be crappy for backgrounds. Then, between study hall, lunch, sculpture and ap I have to sew the skirt on my chair and create a paper lantern. I can do this. (so much for math problems...).
I got accepted to Philadelphia University, my first choice. I should be excited. I *was* excited (screaming at the top of my lungs, running around my house like one possessed...). But guess what? My parents killed this victory too. Mother's reaction: "Duh. Of course you got in. You only got $x in scholarships? Thats it?! (followed by obnoxious, "boy you are stupid" sigh." I didn't even get a congradulations from her until I stormed off and put a bitchy away message up, which my sister must have seen and informed her that I was pissed. Father's reaction "How much does it cost total?" Then he got into this whole drawn out discussion about the FASFA and money and how I'm going to pay for it and crap. OKAY- can I atleast have 5 minutes of satisfaction before you try to bash my dreams? Jesus Christ. I WILL MANAGE. Its not like I don't have money saved up (gee, I've only held down a real job since 8th grade...), and if I have to get a second job over the summer and work through college (which I can't imagine not doing anyway) then so be it. And, quite frankly, now is not the best of times to start freaking out about price. Ugh. They mean well, I guess, but God, enough already. I hate it. Its not like I'm asking for anything that difficult, just a sincere "Good job, you earned it," without saying how "they knew it" like it was easy to achieve and guarenteed and not a big deal. All well. It pisses me off, but I'll live.
Despite that, today was better than expected. Atleast in art. I know this is horrible, but I wish that my parents saw me the way that Doc does. Today he gave me a mini-speech basically saying that I'm a good kid and headed places and to stop letting people walk on me, and so on...- but it wasn't empty, meaningless crap. It was things that are true that, in his own words, "I don't hear enough." I love how he can tell I'm crashing and knows how to lessen it. I hope he's doing okay- had a kimo appointment, which is hell on earth. I just don't get it...
Alright, plenty of work still left, so good night, good luck (especially AP art students finishing pieces! lol!) And special thanks to Brian-- the exhibit looks great!.
I got accepted to Philadelphia University, my first choice. I should be excited. I *was* excited (screaming at the top of my lungs, running around my house like one possessed...). But guess what? My parents killed this victory too. Mother's reaction: "Duh. Of course you got in. You only got $x in scholarships? Thats it?! (followed by obnoxious, "boy you are stupid" sigh." I didn't even get a congradulations from her until I stormed off and put a bitchy away message up, which my sister must have seen and informed her that I was pissed. Father's reaction "How much does it cost total?" Then he got into this whole drawn out discussion about the FASFA and money and how I'm going to pay for it and crap. OKAY- can I atleast have 5 minutes of satisfaction before you try to bash my dreams? Jesus Christ. I WILL MANAGE. Its not like I don't have money saved up (gee, I've only held down a real job since 8th grade...), and if I have to get a second job over the summer and work through college (which I can't imagine not doing anyway) then so be it. And, quite frankly, now is not the best of times to start freaking out about price. Ugh. They mean well, I guess, but God, enough already. I hate it. Its not like I'm asking for anything that difficult, just a sincere "Good job, you earned it," without saying how "they knew it" like it was easy to achieve and guarenteed and not a big deal. All well. It pisses me off, but I'll live.
Despite that, today was better than expected. Atleast in art. I know this is horrible, but I wish that my parents saw me the way that Doc does. Today he gave me a mini-speech basically saying that I'm a good kid and headed places and to stop letting people walk on me, and so on...- but it wasn't empty, meaningless crap. It was things that are true that, in his own words, "I don't hear enough." I love how he can tell I'm crashing and knows how to lessen it. I hope he's doing okay- had a kimo appointment, which is hell on earth. I just don't get it...
Alright, plenty of work still left, so good night, good luck (especially AP art students finishing pieces! lol!) And special thanks to Brian-- the exhibit looks great!.