Notes, Bitchslaps and Popped Blisters...

When I came home yesterday from the Orch. Dork concert, it was soooo late that I didn't have time to post a blog. I apologize for that. But here are a few facts about the concert
1. My feet hurt badly.
2. My parents sat in the front row and it was embarassing...
3. We rocked itt! :)
So, guess that summarizes that.

This morning went smoothly I guess. By the afternoon though, I guess people had left over energy from last night. My besties mobbed me for a note someone had given me. No more information about that though.

In Orchestra, we got to see the video of our concert. We kept rewinding the parts where people screwed up and we laughed hysterically. We didn't even have to play our instruments today which could be a good thing for some people. We were like crazy maniacs. My friend and I got in a bitchslap fight for absolutely no reason at all and my skin stung for a while.

In P.E, one of my least favorite subjects, we played field hockey and somewhere along the way, I popped a blister. Remember how I mentioned the bitchslap? Well, people ended up thinking that she had done that to me and so my friend and I are kinda keeping a distance. I don't hold grudges because I think it's pointless.

Well, more later.

xoxo.

I Don't Claim to be an Artist

Hey everyone! The pictures you see above have been all done by me. I have a sort of fantasy-type thing that I stick with. I don't have much inspiration except for maybe Allison Harvard. I know that they are kind of crappy but I like 'em. They didn't take that long and they started as doodles so I didn't expect much anyway. Well, hopefully, one day I'd get better and I can post a blog like this with pride. Well, comment if you like. Oh god, I can imagine the criticisms already. I don't claim to be an artist, remember that. :)

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Lectures and Angry Mothers.

This month was pretty boring and I'm so sorry for not posting more often, but hey, who reads my blogs? Right? Anyway, today was an awfully busy day and I'm glad I finally have things to blog about because the past two weeks were unbloggable.

It was about six-thirty in the morning and I was still curled up in bed. I quickly woke up, ran down the ladder and erased my white-board that I had written a big 2 on. I changed it to one. It was for a countdown to my Orchestra concert, which is tomorrow, well more on that later, lemme begin.

I went to school and everything was going pretty good. I fixed my crappy drawing in art, I got an A on my latest test and I got a B+ for the subject I was failing before:Science.

As I said, the orchestra concert is tomorrow. We rehearsed onstage so we know what to do but then no one stayed in tune or counted the beats. We got yelled at by our orchestra teacher and we were excused. I don't wanna brag or anything but I have been playing the violin since i was three so I'm not nervous for the concert. I know that all my solos are gonna go perfectly smooth and I will not get offbeat. What I'm afraid of is the whole grade embarassing our music teacher because he gets enough crap from us already.

After orchestra, we have P.E. Orch. Dorks were late because of our little lecture. Me and my friend Cuyler, (pernounced KY-LER) were by these railings and we were pushing it foward. It was all wobbly and it was just about to break when the teacher caught us. it's not like we were trying to do something bad. So we got a lecture from her. After that, we ran off laughing like maniacs. Just a question but have you ever got in trouble and wanted to laugh when you weren't supposed to? It happens to me all the time.

Finally, school was over and we were waiting by the sidewalk for our parents to pick us up. I know, we're lazy-asses. Well, this boy Pono that was in a grade above us walked by. My friend, joshua yelled, "Hey Porno!" over and over and over again. Like I said, we were all waiting for our parents were there and Pono's mom was unfortunately right there in the car that was right in front of us. Here's the good part...she came out. She walked toward us with this angry look and said, "Don't make fun of my son's name, his name is PONO...P-O-N-O, it's a Hawaiian name!!!!" It was funny as hell but poor Joshua got reported to the office, tsk, tsk.

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Epic Fail.

In school, we're doing this tape project for English. Basically what we're supposed to do is record sounds of various noises around your household and you need to get at least ten. We record our intro, then we do each recording three times in a row with pauses in between. Later, we finish it all off with a conclusion. Now I don't know what any of this has to do with English but what I do know is that i would procrastinate BIG TIME which is probably why I chose to work with a partner. This way, I have someone that will push me to do work and I'lll get things done on time for once.

Today, I went to my partner's house to record our sounds. We had done eight and we went to her older brother's volleyball game. But while we were there, there must have been a slip of a finger or something because it started recording and we didn't even realize it. Which brings me to the conclusion that I have to go to her house this Easter to finish it. EPIC FAIL.

I came home and I got two Gossip Girl books which is my guilty pleasure. But they didn't have the continuation of the last book so I had to skip that and buy the next two. Now, I am contemplating whether or not I should just read ahead and skip the book or wait until the bookstore gets the skipped book. Ah, decisions...isn't my life so interesting? :)

I currently have the song "eBay" by Weird Al Yankovic stuck in my head, such a catchy tune.....
But seriously, they have everything on eBay. There are even views for your youtube videos or subscribers for your youtube channel on there. I mean, desperate much? I wonder if any of the youtube partners actually did that....hmmm.....things to wonder...

Ohhhkayyyy, so I officially have nothing to talk about. I dunno, are my days just getting boringer (not a word) or am I just getting less creative?

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Not Worth Reading.

Yawn. I stretched my thin arms and I hit the ceiling. Geez mom, thanks for getting me that bunk bed. I stumbled down the ladder and opened the door. Squeak. I padded down the hallway and splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror. Fatso. I got changed into short shorts and a scarlet Guess tee. I went to school. Took a two hour long test. Wasted my day.

Today was such a boring, waste of time. I don't necessarily think that school itself is boring. It's just Mondays make me want to puke. Hopefully, tomorrow, I would actually have something to talk about.

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My Productive Sunday.

Sunday, April the fifth: currently 4:08 pm.

On Sundays I usually lie around the house and boredom fills my tiny little head. Today I considered finishing my homework countless times but thought against it when i thought about all the hard questions that awaited me. So right now, it is crinkled up in the bottom of my black messenger bag.

Instead of doing my homework like a good girl, I went to the park and became a photo whore. I jumped around and my mother took pictures of me. The one at the top was outside of the basketball court and if you don't already know, it's taken in midair. I love how the grass is so green and my converse look super-bright. The mood is so bouncy, carefree and cheery. Which is ironic because that wasn't how i felt when this picture was taken. For a person that hates homework, I spend a good amount of time worrying about it or how the teacher would get pissed. Oh, God, I'm thinking about it now.....

I'm getting paranoid!

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Dimensions.

This was a spontaneous, on the spot kind of thing and I don't know if it tuned out as good as I thought it would. Writing isn't one of my strengths so I'm working hard at that. This is a rough draft and when I wrote it, I thought nothing of it. I guess I start out a story with a picture in my head, which is just how I start out a painting, sketch or a drawing. Here it is:


It was a rainy, muddy day. The sun was hidden behind the clouds and the clouds were a deep shade of gray. The weather set off the right mood for a Monday morning. I could feel the mud on the soles of my black Converse sneakers. They sunk in every time I stepped in a puddle of mud. I tried to avoid the mud and stepped onto grass instead. It looked as if I was hopping from stone to stone.
I was on my way to first period; English. I was especially taking my time today because I did not complete my homework and I was notorious for that. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my friends Cuyler and Griffin.
“Hey!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “You guys, come over here!” I frantically waved them over with one hand; the hand that wasn’t carrying my schoolbag.
The three rushed over. “What’s up?” Cuyler asked, smiling. His teeth were extremely white and perfectly straight. Then he paused and saw the look on my face. “Lemme guess, you forgot your homework!”
“Yes, can someone please let me copy their work?” I asked frantically. The rain felt cold against my bare skin. I guess it wasn’t such a great idea to wear a short-sleeved shirt on this day. “Hurry up!” I added.
Griffin handed me a white sheet of folder paper with his tiny, neat handwriting on it. This would take me forever! I groaned and threw up my hands in frustration. As I did this, there was a large gust of wind and the thin paper flew right out of my hand.
“Noooo!” Griffin wailed. I worked so hard on that last night!”
Cuyler ran after the paper. Griffin and I followed close behind. But we knew it was no use. The paper could be on the other side of school by now. We stood there panting. We didn’t say a word; we already knew we were in deep trouble. Griffin’s paper was gone and we were all soaking wet. Our socks were also brown because of the mud.
Cuyler sighed. “Well, I guess that’s it, we better get to class.” He looked horrible. His usually wavy hair was wet and stringy. His orange Family Guy shirt was as wet as a dishwashing rag.
“Wait a minute!” Cuyler exclaimed. “What’s that?” He was pointing to a basket with a red, plaid cloth over it. He rushed over and took the cloth of carelessly. Inside were twelve, red apples.
We each shrugged and took one. We walked to class in the pouring rain, not bothering to rush because we were already soaked. I quickly put the apple in my bag and walked into class. Oh no, the teacher was collecting homework!
She walked over, her black high-heeled shoes clicking with every step. The teacher blocked me by standing in the doorway. She held out her hand, which meant she needed my homework. I gave her a weak smile, dug around in my school bag and put a bright, shiny apple in her outstretched hand.

There are lots of dimensions in this story. Only I, the author understand this because this is based on what goes on in my life. This has absolutely nothing to do with school, missing homework or apples. Instead, each item and person represents something. First off, the weather. It represents a bad day. Such as when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Secondly, the people. These people, Cuyler and Griffin are parts of my brain. I gave Cuyler the role of the mussed-up, artistic part of my mind whereas Griffin is the neat, organized part of my mind. (They are real people but they don't nessecarily act like this.) They make such a great mix and they make up one thing, how I think. Next is the missing homework, this represents all the people that had caused trouble in my life and had left me hanging. The apples represent the exact opposite, my besties. They try to help me through on rainy days. The teacher is basically the people that think they know me but do not. She only knows one side of me which is an irresponsible, unorganized person but in reality, i am so much more. I hope that made sense to you and if you read the story over again thinking of the things that represent the parts of my life, you would surely understand it. I hope you liked it. :)

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