Wednesday, January 27, 2010

   L'espoir!
Yesterday I finished reading another work of Horatio Alger. Adrift in New York, but what was strange was Alger died in 1899 but the book was published in 1904. Must've been one of his unfinished pieces completed by that poser. It was a good book nonetheless. It took me alittle over week to finish reading it, I feel so accomplished.
I have been trying to get myself out of this lull I have been in for months. I haven't drawn anything for a long time, until last night, I started on a marker drawing, and finished today. I haven't sewn anything since near the end of last year, and it was only a bow I made for a friend. I can't think of anything to write, nothing magical comes to mind. None of the music I listen to helps, even if its new stuff. I'm so bored.
I made a new friend last week, because I needed someone to partner up with me to go to Cedar Point and none of my friends were going. I kinda feel like I'm using her, and I get the impression she doesn't really care for me, but I try to constantly hang out with her when we have classes together. I try to have conversations with Neleetha (her name, if I didn't spell it wrong), and always ask about what kind of stuff she likes or how she's doing, but she never really asks about me. So I'm not really dumping her for other people and I don't talk behind her back, except the occasional complaint to my family that I don't think she likes me much. These efforts to be her friend are kinda stressful, and my mom simply says "then don't be her friend." But its not like I could just stop hanging out with Neleetha, I'm not like that. She doesn't talk to anyone else in the class, and she sits at the 'Table of Outcasts' with me, and she's quiet. She isn't like the rest, who would sit with a big group of friends and have a great loud time together. But the biggest problem I think we have together is that we just don't have anything in common.
This is my last session at this portfolio developement program at the art institute. I cannot stand going there, told to do these huge projects that noone can finish in time and given homework each week. I feel obligated to go because my art teacher says I am his most gifted student, he is currently teaching the program, and he is the one who recommended me to it. When I asked him what we were doing next session, he said "probably some more drawing.." I informed him how sick of drawing I was and that I probably wouldn't go to the next session. I also told him I wanted to do something new, like with paint (since I haven't ever painted before) and he ended up changing the class around just for me to keep me in there. Now he says we'll do some painting and figure drawing. My mom was asked by Ady (an important person there) "I hope your daughter won't get bored and quit" so she said "We won't let her quit." As much as I hate the program, I do have a few friends there, and it would pain me to never see them again just because of my laziness. But I cannot express my dread at the thought of having to go there, in one hand carrying a huge portfolio that cuts into my palm and fingers, and the other a box of supplies and work my way up the stairs just to use only a few things from the portfolio and supply box. If we quit the program, we have to give back the supplies and paper, even though we pay about $23 each class just to be told to draw this bowl of fruit on the table. Besides a few tricks I learned (which I don't use because digital art is the new thing) I really don't get anything from the program except a chance to socialize and....... DRAW. One would think that and art institute would be alittle more aesthetically pleasing but the rooms are so white and barren. The lights are so florescent, it burns. I won't sign up for the next session.
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Thursday, December 24, 2009

   puffy
my sister and her family (except her husband) came up from florida to celebrate christmas with us. last night we made cookies, and the day before, three yr old luca tried to wipe his own after he pooped. lets just say it was messy.
i decided that it was a good time to raise chocobos, so in final fantasy seven, after i got cloud back in the second disc, i caught a few chocobos using odin. i didn't have to buy greens!
we leave for flordia after christmas, can't wait!
i had college yesterday, though school was canceled. my schedule told me that the class ended at 11:30, but it actually ended at 11:55, my mom waited 25 minutes to pick me up.
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

   murder in the house right next to us!
http://www.mlive.com/news/flint/index.ssf/2009/12/neighbors_burton_woman_found_b.html and it happened right next door. My mom is the Lissa Klopf lady! But we always knew something was wrong with them.

There's rumors that the son would bring his dead mother from the basement and put her in a chair.

But believe in me, she wasn't the Christmas-y type at all, that guy was just trying to make it seem like he knew her, but Irene wouldn't talk to anyone! He just wanted his bit of fame. When the news station came out to take pictures, he drove up to them, probably saying something like "you here for that murder?"
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