This is Supposedly My 200th Blog Post? Really? No Way. Why Does It Say That?

Well, being that I feel I owe Julie a great deal for telling me the hints that are contained in the wonderland known as Zoo Tycoon, and being that I feel greatly compelled not to write my poem for Spanish nor find 6-11 more sources for English and write notecards, I think that it is about time for another rambling blog post.
Right now I feel that I only really have the authority and awaked-ness to talk about one thing–happiness.
I am just so happy, and even though some people think that that is just so normal for me, it really isn’t. I just feel so, so amazing, and suddenly everything seems right, and, yes, I do realize I am just kidding myself, but, really, I think that is okay. What is happiness about anyway? I really do not know. But I do know that I am just so blissfully happy, and I wish I could spread it to you guys. I’d say that most of my personal happiness is derived from the fact that I love people (or at least I consider myself to). Yes, I absolutely get terribly irritated with many of them (often for stupid reasons), but when it comes down to it, there is NOTHING I would rather do than just BE with people. Especially my friends, of course. But what’s really important is that in order to be truly happy, I probably just had a conversation with somebody I love or some joke was made or whatever. I’m never terribly happy about anything not related to human interaction.
Now, I realize that all of this is just such a bore, so maybe I should go on and ramble about something else for a while.
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Well, this is pretty related to the previous topic, but I would just like to say…

I AM GOING TO MISS MY BROTHER SO MUCH WHEN HE GOES TO COLLEGE NEXT YEAR.
He is responsible for about 50% or more of my happiness, and once he is gone things will just be dark and boring and UNHAPPY. Seriously. I can’t even believe it. I can’t imagine him not being around to laugh at me stupid jokes and write down the retarted things I say. WHAT WILL I DO?
Anyway, i feel that I should stop dwelling on that, since it will make me lose my happy, so maybe instead I will talk about… unicorns.

Recently my friend Hannah came to my house and made a clay unicorn. Unfortunately, promptly after being cooked and hardened, Frank’s very, very skinny horn came off. This is devastating. What is a unicorn without its horn? Just a gay horse, really. So I guess I will end up having to make Frank a new horn before poor Hannah gets too upset about it. I haven’t really planned what I am going to do about. Any suggestions? I am in dire need. Frank is upset, Hannah is upset, and FRANKLY, this whole ordeal is conflicting with my happy.

On the other hand, I really like lemon pound cake.

Nyah

Yes, I have been slacking a ridiculous amount lately, and like always, I haven’t updated. The thing is, I’ve been feeling very much like I haven’t a point to this whole “blog” thing, and that it’s just a waste of time, and that I’d rather be writing exciting stories or poetry or just random fictionalize mini-stories, or doing something else entirely, because nothing I write is exciting enough to entertain anyone. I’ve been thinking all this for about a week now, until today when I had to get on my blog to check the poem I posted over the summer to make sure it matched the copy on my computer. After I had cleared everything up, I was just kind of browsing around and I began to read some of my old blog posts, and was actually enjoying them. This is something I don’t really usually expect, but I guess I am pretty full of myself, so I’m not too surprised. For for the sake of being self-absorbed, I think I might just go right on blogging about my lame little adventures, even if it’s purely for the sake of my being to bored and brainless that I might actually enjoy reading this thing one day.

On that very boring note, I wanted to talk about what’s been going on lately.

Unfortunately, nothing.

Good night!

Daylight

Today I sat down and learned Daylight (a.k.a. the most repetitious song ever created, next to “It’s the Song That Never Ends”) on the piano, or at least the first part. It took me about an hour to get it almost perfect (…). I have never ever spent more than 20 minutes by myself on the piano (that was my minimum for practice when I used to take lessons), so obviously it was apparent that carnival food is tainted after all. I knew that it was driving my mom crazy, because she kept calling from the other room, reminding me the different things I have to do, like clean the dining table. Later on, I was sitting next to her on the couch, still whistling this song, when she asked me what it was.
“‘Daylight.’ You hate it.”
“I hate it.”
Then she went to bed.

…

I don’t feel like thinking anymore. I just want to melt away to a land of pure euphoria where there’s no stress or… daytime television.

But what would become of my (two) readers? They would probably end up doing something better with their time, which I cannot allow.

So here’s some cool stuff I found lately.

“In My Dreams,” a breathtaking photo by Hind Alnuaimi. You should check out her gallery.

“Paris,” a beautiful oil painting by one of my favorite artists.

“APUSH”
This is amazing. End of story.

P-R-O-C-R-A-S-T-I-N-A-T-I-O-N

Dude, I never knew that word was so long.

I’m writing this because I don’t want to do Chem homework.

I love irony.  I just get SO much amusement out of things that are ironic. I guess it’s kind of symbolical to me, which I like because I have such a passion for drama and, oh, stuff like that…. Stuff that makes you think.

I don’t know. I’m just rambling.

So yesterday and Friday were the annual One-Acts at my highschool. I ushered at last night’s, and they were so amazing! The acting was superb, and the plots were really great. I love the theatre. :D The only setback is that… I’m sick! D: A perfect exhibit of my awful luck that I feel the need to complain about all the time. On Monday I’m going to be auditioning for the fall show, and I really hope I’m better by then.

Also, Friday night I went with some of my friends to go see Fame, which was actually really cool! It didn’t have that much of a plot, in my opinion, but the DANCING, oh, the dancing was amazing. I just love watching people dance, I guess. And movies like that always make me think about my dreams, and stuff. I mean, it’s pretty lame. Sometimes I just wonder if I’m going to get old and wonder if I had as much excitement in my life as I could have…

Anyway, I wanted to post some of the most amazing songs made ever so that you guys may scream in horror enjoy them. 8D

This is a beautiful song by Oren Lavie. The main tune is computer generated. I usually just listen to the song, but the video is very cool (and weird).

I also just heard one of Green Day’s newest songs Friday night, and I was SHOCKED. Apparently they’ve totally changed they’re style! I liked them a little bit before, but I am absolutely crazy about their new song 21 Guns (although after watching the video, I can tell there’s not much of a point to it). Still, totally win. C:

Finally, I wanted to mention this beautiful painting, “Forests of the Heart.”

I haven’t really been doing much lately, just dreaming up random projects I’ll never get around to and making little clay junk here and there. I might post some pictures sometime.

Academic Antagonism

Something terrible has happened, but we’re not sure what.

My Algebra teacher, Mr. Bobbitt, has suddenly diminished all deadlines and is attempting to create a looser atmosphere in all his classes. He explained it only by telling us that for years, parents (and others?) have been complaining about the difficulty and stress level that he subjects his students too, so that he was finally fed up with it, and was changing the policies. When someone asked if he was upset, he only replied that last week he was, but now he wasn’t. It struck me as super bizarre, because he seemed totally normal last week. Although in my class (2nd period) he seemed relatively composed while informing us of these new “rules”, if not near sarcastic, I heard from later classes that he seemed indisputably and undeniably SAD. Although some people are excited about these new policies (not me, I need the threat of a scary man getting mad at me to want to do homework; not that he’s scary or “gets mad,” really, he just has an intimidating air about him, as he should) a lot of us are kind of worried about him, it’s pretty weird.

But it was all worth it when I got to witness Andrew squealing with joy, and practically falling to the floor when we told him.

So, as you can guess, I spent quite some times ranting to my (poor, victimized) friends and family about those who are lazy, and those who made their parents to complain or whatever, just because they didn’t want to work hard. But I guess I’m probably being pretty harsh.

Nevertheless, I made up a little rhyme-saying that fully captures what I’m trying to say, which is that I am an academic snob and should be shot:
“The best of one told do HIS best is often less than the one told to do THE best.”

Oh a lighter note, there was a cute little possum in our trash can last week.

Gallery Night, etc.

Okay, okay, I could sit here and type up all the excuses about why I haven’t blogged in a while, like I always do, but I’m sick of it, so I won’t.

So just this last Friday I went to a downtown event called Gallery Night. I didn’t go to school that day because I was sick, but my fever FINALLY went away midday, so my dad let me go. Plus, we just walk there and walk around. There was lots of amazing finger food to eat and paintings to look at and pretend to consider buying. One highlight of the night was when were were in a fancy hotel, and made our way over to a table where there was a guy selling a book he just wrote about the history of the city. After my dad started talking to him, we found out that he actually lives in our neighborhood. Now, this was a very mild-mannered man, almost… cynical? And we also learned that he had been in the battle reenactment from last spring. My dad then asked him if the uniforms were as hot as they looked, to which he replied, mild-mannered expression intact, “Yes, they were rather warm.” Finally, my dad decided he wanted to buy a book, and the author offered to sign it, and asked what he should write. I said, jokingly, “To my good friend and neighbor!” and my father, upon hearing this, thought it was a magnificent idea, so he asked the author to write just that. It was very funny, but as I recount it on here, it seems rather dull.

Anyway, I wanted to share some outstanding creations I’ve found around on the internet lately.
This doll peacock tattoo is so beautiful, I love it. The detail is exquisite, and it’s just so amazing!
These clay cupcakes are so pretty and detailed! I keep wondering how she did the fruit slices, it’s so small…
Finally, this dollar camera is really cool. I… don’t… really have anything to say about it besides that…

Well, that’s it for now! But on a side note, Dax just informed me that James told him that he saw a dog in a tree this morning.

Lying Here Dreaming

So, school’s finally in session again, and it started up with the impressive efficiency and grace of a water buffalo. We hit the ground running, and hardly a moment later, fell down face-first in the mud.

To put it in the best possible way, it was exciting.

I really appreciate being able to sit with all the sophomores and juniors though, because that’s where most of my friends are. A few complications arose form that though, but they’re not worth going into depth about. Not having block classes is a maaajoorr relief too. I mean, ew.
Things do seem pretty different from last year, and I’m hoping they are even though last year was pretty good. I just can’t stand routine or boringness. Boringosity? Borose?
Anyway, I don’t have much to say except so far I like almost all my classes, and the dreaded Bobbitt reminds me of one of my middle school teachers. All the rest is trivial details no one cares about.

But yesterday I went to a thrift/consignment shop and bought 4 dresses and like 8 tops. It was pretty amazing, and a really cute shop. They had a whole room of stuff that was only a dollar. They also have the most gorgeous pair of red shoes, but I think they might be brand-new, so they’re expensive. I’m saving up to get them. It’s a drag. At least it filled up my day yesterday, as will working to get money, I don’t know what I’m going to do as a hobby this year, haha. I’m sick of the internet.

I’ve also decided that when I grow up, I either want to be a leaf blower or tutor people for the ACT, because seriously, leaf blowing is just fun, and ACT tutoring pays better than my mom’s job did when she first started.

So that is my entire life in a nutshell. I’m tired too.

I MISS YOU ROSTO

Edit:
Oh my gosh, I missed like, a bunch of stuff. Told you I was tired.

First, I wanted to inform you all about my friend Hannah’s deviantart, Swiftly Hunted (As seen on sidebar!), which is privileged enough to feature her wonderful compositions, poetry, and photography. I usually don’t like poetry that doesn’t rhyme, but hers is the exception, and I especially recommend Her Gift (not a poem) because of it’s vividness and dream-like qualitites. Way cool. 8DAnd of course, she only has a few things up there right now because she just joined, so feel free to check back once in a while.

Also, I recently stumbled across Lookbook, which is a “fashion awareness” website that features quite a few very beautiful “looks” or outfits, and enjoyable (at least for me) to browse through in my spare time, and get ideas for outfits from. Steer clear of the creepy gay guys though (not because they’re gay, some actually look really creepy imo). There’s some really pretty stuff there, I really recommend it for people interested in fashion. C:

Also, I LOST MY PRECIOUS 8 GIG FLASH DRIVE. ;n;
I think it’s at my grandma’s, but I’m afraid to tell my mom ’cause she’ll get mad and upset. Not helpful. I’m mad and upset myself, haha.

Well, I think I’m actually done this time.

/snore

I’m not dead.

I’m just lazy. And I ran out of thinks to say. Sure, I’ll think to myself, maybe I’ll get around to writing about place semi-interesting subject here, but I don’t. Nothing really happens to me that I deem worth sharing with the world.We’re in Texas right now, staying at my Granny’s house for two nights on the way back home. I’m being forced to sit in the backyard and suck the wifi out of some surrounding house or SOMEWHERE because wifi doesn’t just fabricate out of the blue. Well, usually, at least.

I’m planning that when school starts, I will hopefully begin to blog more (less free time=more motivation to write? .__.’) and post more pictures so that maybe I can actually make this a REAL blog, even if it is boring. 8O

So the trip’s been okay so far, as long as 10 hour car rides sitting within 7 feet of the people you’re convinced were put on this earth only to annoy you is considered in the realms of “okay”. I mean, the eating’s been good.

So today we’re spending the entire day at my granny’s house, as it is our preference to do, and we’re going to get to see Dax’s best friend Cameron for the first time in a year, and of course, we get good food.

And we also went to the zoo today. That was pretty fun. At one point though, there were a group of kids determined to scream “SKUNK!” (or maybe it was “stunk,” I couldn’t tell) until it would come out. None of us ever got a proper glimpse of it, so the kids FINALLY gave up, after about 10 minutes of this infernal screaming. Right before we left though, I think I might’ve seen a hardly noticeable flash of the sun reflecting off a blade from behind the log, as the skunk cut his tiny wrists.

So, without further ado, here are some pictures of our zoo experience.


The bear told a funny joke.

This reminds me of the Godfather. 

 

A Moment in the Sun

Sometimes, as I lie on the front porch, with my duck sitting on my stomach, Dax running around the yard, my mom beside me, and the smell of a burnt paper plate waifting out of the open door behind me, I feel that maybe, just maybe, everything is alright with the world, at least just for this short little moment.