Art 3.

I have been waiting for two years to get our sketchbooks. I was always so angry as a sophomore because the seniors always got sketchbooks, but there were never "enough" for us sophomores. Ugh, well that's the past. Anyway those came in today and I was SO ecstatic! Seriously, it's like my baby. Haha. The only thing that bugged me out was the fact that I could not find my book in the pile. Once the pile was gone, my sketchbook wasn't there! Obviously, I freaked out and my teacher put my name on a new one. About 10 minutes later one of my friends found it in the back of the classroom. The block before us put the names on the books, and the person who wrote my name I guess was not considerate enough to put mine in the pile up front. -.-

I'm about...

I'm about to stop updating, because it's like talking to a wall. You talk to the wall, but it won't talk back. You read the blog, but don't comment it.

Rent on Broadway Tour.

I don't have any pictures to put up yet, because Brent is lazy and won't get them to me until further notice. :p Anthony Rapp (Mark) & Adam Pascal (Roger) from the original cast were in the play I saw at NJPAC in Newark, N.J. They sound a little different, but I can understand, it has been 13 years since Rent has had its movie premiere. I wish I could have gotten some close up pictures, but my seat was in one of the many balconies. I got the cast at the very end...you can barely make out who's who though. :( It's my second time seeing Rent on stage and the first time was the best so far. Angel is such a hard role to fulfill. The first I saw Rent in Philly, Angel sounded incredible. Yet at NJPAC you could tell they lowered all his parts so he could be comfortable singing. I'm so excited to read Anthony Rapp's memoir that my sister bought me for christmas. Without You is basically Anthony Rapp telling his experience with being the role of Mark since Rent came out. Can't wait to read it, & put pictures on here! :)

All Respect is Lost.

My parents are the most fucked up people I know.

My Dad cheats on my Mom, and my Mom is a so dumb for believing ANYTHING he says. He is always over, when I honestly don't want to talk to him anymore. But I supposedly "have to" just because he is my father. I honestly wouldn't give two shits if he were the Pope, I've lost all respect for him. Practically every time i see him he cries because he misses me. Well that was HIS fucking fault now wasn't it? If he wasn't being a little prick saying, "I'm not happy with your mother, I'm seeing someone else..." then he wouldn't be in this predicament right now. For a fucking YEAR, he cheated on her. How the fuck could he look her in the eyes. Now he is trying to apologize even though the divorce papers are in the system [but not signed]. They need to get it done and over with.

Now my mother, such a wonderful person. She takes out her pissed off mood swings on me. I don't tell her much because of this. So today I'm upset because it feels like this place is jail & I can't get out. All my friends are always busy and it feels like no one except Brent makes time for me, or mentions the fact that they want to hang out with me. My friends hung out with me more when I was depressed and didn't know what to fucking do. Now that I'm happy I feel as if they're all avoiding me, or just not even realizing I'm still their friend. Well I tell my mom how I'm upset because SHE ASKED ME. I give her my response and she makes a little huff noise and a slight hmph/ha. I ask her what the little noise was for, she says to me ,"You're acting like it's a tragedy. I don't know what to say. If I were in your predicament, I would be crying 24/7 because i have no life." WHAT THE FUCK is that supposed to do? Is that supposed to give me some sort of epiphany? I KNOW I have friends. I KNOW I have a life. She is one that doesn't have a life. She comes home sits on the couch for hours, then when she's on the computer, she's looking for guys on online dating sites. Oh yeah, & I'm the one with no life? She's trying to find love over the fucking internet. Just because she's angry with where she is at in life doesn't mean she has to bring me down too.

What she said to me this morning hurt, it did make me cry. It's not that what she said is stuck in my head, it's just I can't even begin to believe she would respond like that to me. I'm just so glad that someone will always be there for me. I called Brent. He is also busy today with personal things & wrestling, but he is still making time for me. No, I'm not seeing him today, but he's drawing the cutest pictures and sending them to me, so I can smile. He is whom I respect.

Morse Code

In U.S. 2 CP we had to do an activity on Morse Code to figure out the inventions of the listed inventors. It was an easy wksht to do after a quiz. I never thought that Morse Code was that easy though. Just think people have been using it for decades and I don't know about you, but I believe it is fascinating. :)

2.9.09

Today was pretty interesting in Chemistry. We made Ooblecks. Ooblecks are made from cornstarch (200 ml) & water (100 ml). If want to have a colorful oobleck add a drop of dye to it. :)
When it's mixed together, it becomes hard in the pan or whatever you put it in. BUT when you scoop it out of the container, it turns to liquid. :O It kept me entertained for most of the block, haha.

First Day of 2nd Semester.

1st block is just an odd atmosphere. Mr. Castellini didn't make a lasting impression on me, he just seems like another annoying teacher. The good thing is that i have my best friend sitting with me [whom I haven't had a class with since 6th grade...]. Now that I've said this he will probably change the seats around. ha.

2nd block, Chemistry. Mr. Hughes has a motor-mouth indeed, but I am drawn in by the way he talks on and on. It makes me want to listen more. I also have a few more friends in that class.

3rd block with Mrs. Mortimer. As soon as I walked into the classroom, the energy was relaxed and humble. The only thing that bothers me is the fact that lunch ruins the focus. -.- I can't wait to get our sketch books! :)))

4th block, AP Seminar. A COMPLETE WASTE of my time. I could be taking another class in that block. ugh. I can barely concentrate on reading my book because everyone is talking which makes each person become louder. At points I can't hear myself think...

So my day was pretty awesome. :D The only downfall is that I don't see Brent in between classes as much... :(

Think: My Stream of Thoughts.

The artistic old soul thinks of new ways to concentrate. Focusing on the memories, and making them entirely too vivid. Do you remember how you felt that day? Yes, the salty tears dried instantaneously because of the warmth of the sunlight. The style of how you write is unique. It reflects you. Your thoughts, your influences, your experiences. The love he gives you is timeless or no, priceless. He means the world to you. the connection you have with a person is...oh what's the word. Anyway the connection. Young or old. Dumbfounded or wise. You can relate somehow. You could probably sit down with that person for hours about life and its purpose. This might be a rant, but these are my thoughts, and my feelings. Who else thinks this deep? Those novels feed you information. Some of it could be useless and some of it could affect the way you think or your actions. I'm in love with a boy. He makes my confidence overflow. He makes my smile too wide sometimes. His touch sends connection throughout my entire body. Our souls are very alike. I don't know how fate came to me so soon, but here it is; kissing my cheek with kindness everyday. I might be young, but I'm not too young to know what love really is. Don't question my feelings of love. I might get a tad defensive so be cautious of what you say. I am very supportive of his thoughts, decisions, and choices. What he does in his life affects me too. I love him. I'm going to try so much harder this year to focus on my art. I have to admit, I goofed off my first two years of high school in almost every class. It's time to be serious. My reality check smacked me in the face over the summer and I'm listening to it. No matter what the topic is I will focus fully. I'm finally starting to find out who I really am and I've got plenty of time to find out more...