So today, I have the most exciting of plans. Definitely. Instead of going with Shannon to Gannanakway (which, if you can't tell, I have no idea how to spell) I'm heading to the library for about two hours, and if allowed, going along with my friend to watch him buy clothes. If I'm lucky, I can drag Emmy along too.
And since I mentioned the library, I'm going to tell you all about my new favorite book of all time. It's called My Most Excellent Year by Steve Kluger. It's told through three diaries of three freshman high-schoolers. Usually, I absolutely can't stand this way of telling a story, I always feel like I missed something, or that the feeling of reading a story is lost. But not in this case, everything is re-told perfectly, including little things like notes from one parent to the next, and IM's. Then, there's the story itself, which is amazing. The basic plot is of a boy trying to get a girl, and another boy figuring out his relationship with his boyfriend. But then, a deaf boy and a dead mother are thrown in and everything gets emotional. Steve Kluger writes wonderful stories, (remind me to sometime tell you about Almost Like Being In Love) and this is no exception. You all must go out, right now, track down this book and read it. Seriously.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Paint Me A Picture
So since on Sunday I was feeling pretty shitty, I whipped out one of my canvases, those cheap ones that are basically just canvas stretched over some kind of cardboard, they're only about six bucks at Wallack's for 16x14. I'm sure there's a difference in quality between this and your average canvas, but it really doesn't matter to me.
So I continued with a layer of black over it, and then two thick patches of blue. I'm not sure what someone would call the way I put the paint on, but I'll just say that I dabbed at the canvas with a brush really heavy with paint.
So I started out with a magenta and black background, and then splashed a lot of magenta/purple coloured water on it, and blotched paper-towel on it. This made a pretty little effect, when really I had just been desperate to dry it so I could continue to paint on top of it.
So I continued with a layer of black over it, and then two thick patches of blue. I'm not sure what someone would call the way I put the paint on, but I'll just say that I dabbed at the canvas with a brush really heavy with paint.
The red spots are from a Sharpie poster paint marker that I practically murdered to get to splatter, the blue and green splatters I made by mixing mostly water with the paint.
I was aiming to use transfers made out of the pictures, but in the end I realized that they were nearly invisible, so instead I simply stuck them on as-is, which is why the two white pictures stand out so much. Of course after I stuck them on I splattered some more paint and Sharpie on top so they'd fit in a bit better.
Total Time: Approx. 1 hour, 20 minutes. (not including drying time)
Listening To: Coldplay, Viva La Vida or Death and All His friends.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Kay. It's friday, and it's 8:36, and Shannon is complaining that she's bored. Well....shesh.
My dad came in to tell us about men wearing really low pants and talking on msn. I'm not sure why. I think my dad's mentally slow. Thought-impaired. All that good stuffs.
I can hear Shannon breathing. It is, I must say, I very...arousing sound.
She has the most adorable laugh. I bet you didn't know that, well, now you do.
I think I'm going to mostly talk about Shannon. Since she's right there.
Her toesnails are pink. Well, apparently orange, but I think that's total bullshit, since they look pink from here. She just shoved her foot in my face to prove me wrong. It didn't work.
Shannon always paints her nails. It's really amusing, since they're always really pretty and mine are like covered in paint and gross things from the bottom of my locker.
Her leg is shaved. Mine is not. I am thinking that I really should shave soon, since my knees look pretty damn gross right now.
Shannon has a pretty nose. (:
She also has pretty eyes. They're brown, but not like, flat brown, they're all pretty and sometimes have little bits of green and lighter brown in them. They are the coolest brown eyes I ever really took the time to look at. So really, that's like, one out of three. But that's okay, they're still pretty.
I wonder what happened to Keidan? I think she died from paint fumes, which apparently we are high on according to my parents. My mom is annoying. Bleh.
Shannon dyed her hair orange, but now it's just sort orangey blonde. I really wanna dye my hair, or at least some part of it, pink. Since this brown colour is getting on my nerves. And I've only had it for what? A month?
Hmm.....
I can hear Shannon breathing.. It makes me feel stalkerish.
That's cool, she knows I stalk her anyways, all the time. Mmmhmm.
My dad came in to tell us about men wearing really low pants and talking on msn. I'm not sure why. I think my dad's mentally slow. Thought-impaired. All that good stuffs.
I can hear Shannon breathing. It is, I must say, I very...arousing sound.
She has the most adorable laugh. I bet you didn't know that, well, now you do.
I think I'm going to mostly talk about Shannon. Since she's right there.
Her toesnails are pink. Well, apparently orange, but I think that's total bullshit, since they look pink from here. She just shoved her foot in my face to prove me wrong. It didn't work.
Shannon always paints her nails. It's really amusing, since they're always really pretty and mine are like covered in paint and gross things from the bottom of my locker.
Her leg is shaved. Mine is not. I am thinking that I really should shave soon, since my knees look pretty damn gross right now.
Shannon has a pretty nose. (:
She also has pretty eyes. They're brown, but not like, flat brown, they're all pretty and sometimes have little bits of green and lighter brown in them. They are the coolest brown eyes I ever really took the time to look at. So really, that's like, one out of three. But that's okay, they're still pretty.
I wonder what happened to Keidan? I think she died from paint fumes, which apparently we are high on according to my parents. My mom is annoying. Bleh.
Shannon dyed her hair orange, but now it's just sort orangey blonde. I really wanna dye my hair, or at least some part of it, pink. Since this brown colour is getting on my nerves. And I've only had it for what? A month?
Hmm.....
I can hear Shannon breathing.. It makes me feel stalkerish.
That's cool, she knows I stalk her anyways, all the time. Mmmhmm.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I Will Save Your Life
I take Bronze Med every Wednesday, which is basically, a group of teenagers being awkward around each other while practicing what techniques to use when someone has a spinal injury in the water.
The whole shebang is three hours and fifteen minutes long, two hours of which are spent taking notes and practicing CPR on Annie, probably the creepiest doll I have ever seen. Her chest is made to rise as you blow air into her, and then slowly leaks it out again, making it look like she is actually breathing. She freaks us all out.
And then there's the laps, twenty lengths of the pool in fifteen minutes is what we're supposed to be able to do by exam time. I can make twenty lengths in about twenty-four minutes, but to be fair, no one else has gotten faster than twenty.
Our teacher then dunks half of us into the pool and tells us to pretend that we're drowning. We flap our arms, dunk under water and generally splash about for a while before eagerly swimming to the side of the pool at the beckoning call of our partners. Honestly? This will not prepare us for a time when we may actually have to save someone who's drowning. Or at least the actors for our exam who tend to look and act like they are actually dying.
It all boils down to a rather sad attempt at a life saving course.
To top it all off, I look and feel quite awkward and awful in a bathing suit, and continually have to fend off come-on's from a chubby boy who obviously thinks remarks comparing girls to Vanessa Hudgens is absolutely brilliant and will have piles of girls at his feet basking in his suave glow. This is hardly the case and everyone, it seems, knows this and like to laugh quietly at my sad fate of trying not to be a total jerk to this poor boy while being oh so glad they're not in my place.
Our teacher's assistant likes to spend her time gossiping with a certain group of slightly air-headed girls, while our teacher himself likes to flirt with another lifeguard, who always taking the time to wander over without his shirt on.
It's all a little ridiculous.
The redeeming qualities? Aside from the fact that practicing life-saving techniques is hilarious fun, the cutest, funniest guy happens to be extremely desperate. Desperate enough to even like me, a little. I'm pretty sure we've agreed on kissing at some point, which is pretty sweet. Sadly? Ii'm desperate to look forward to next week, and trying to show up early.
Sad. I know.
The whole shebang is three hours and fifteen minutes long, two hours of which are spent taking notes and practicing CPR on Annie, probably the creepiest doll I have ever seen. Her chest is made to rise as you blow air into her, and then slowly leaks it out again, making it look like she is actually breathing. She freaks us all out.
And then there's the laps, twenty lengths of the pool in fifteen minutes is what we're supposed to be able to do by exam time. I can make twenty lengths in about twenty-four minutes, but to be fair, no one else has gotten faster than twenty.
Our teacher then dunks half of us into the pool and tells us to pretend that we're drowning. We flap our arms, dunk under water and generally splash about for a while before eagerly swimming to the side of the pool at the beckoning call of our partners. Honestly? This will not prepare us for a time when we may actually have to save someone who's drowning. Or at least the actors for our exam who tend to look and act like they are actually dying.
It all boils down to a rather sad attempt at a life saving course.
To top it all off, I look and feel quite awkward and awful in a bathing suit, and continually have to fend off come-on's from a chubby boy who obviously thinks remarks comparing girls to Vanessa Hudgens is absolutely brilliant and will have piles of girls at his feet basking in his suave glow. This is hardly the case and everyone, it seems, knows this and like to laugh quietly at my sad fate of trying not to be a total jerk to this poor boy while being oh so glad they're not in my place.
Our teacher's assistant likes to spend her time gossiping with a certain group of slightly air-headed girls, while our teacher himself likes to flirt with another lifeguard, who always taking the time to wander over without his shirt on.
It's all a little ridiculous.
The redeeming qualities? Aside from the fact that practicing life-saving techniques is hilarious fun, the cutest, funniest guy happens to be extremely desperate. Desperate enough to even like me, a little. I'm pretty sure we've agreed on kissing at some point, which is pretty sweet. Sadly? Ii'm desperate to look forward to next week, and trying to show up early.
Sad. I know.
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