| THERE IS NO SUBJECT, ONLY PAIN |
[Jun. 16th, 2010|07:10 pm] |
So, I expressed interest in actually writing (le gasp!) in this to my friend Sam, who... pretty much would be/is the only reader anyway, and, y'know, it does seem like a good idea. Getting thoughts down onto paper (...internet?) is always a good thing, and although my life is rather trivial, I'd like to keep track of what the heck I'm doing.
For example, eating a sandwich. (<-- this is a lie, I've already finished it.)
My only problem is that I'll need to kick myself in the butt in the hopes of remaining truthful, because I'm not really a touchy-feely person and I'm not all that good about expressing my emotions. Meaning that I... don't really like to. There are more important things to be worrying about than me going OH WOE IS ME I LOST MY PENCIL IN THE GUTTER or other such trivial things. ...But I'll try as I might to leave that mentality at the door, because I would like to keep this accurate, however embarrassing or horrifying it may be in hindsight.
So, today was my second day of finals. It's kind of bizarre, actually, because it feels like they're already done. I mean, tomorrow I have Theatre and English, neither of which I'm taking a final in, so it's the biggest slacker day ever, then Friday I just have History, which I'm... really not worried about. Most people are stressing over that one, but I'm just... eh.
I was stressing over Trigonometry and Physics, I've taken both, and neither was that bad, so I figure History won't be the one to break me. (This is a horrible thing to say, as now it probably will happen.) I'm just... not a math-y person.
Today, I had Art and Trig. And Art was just... pfft, well, Art. xD Pretty much what we ended up doing was figure drawing for an hour (harder than you'd imagine, holy crap -- embarrassingly enough I'm sore between posing and standing for that length of time), picking one to submit as our final, then spending the remainder of the time finishing up our last projects. I was working on this scratchboard... thing. You know those things you got when you were little that came with what looked like a toothpick and a piece of black paper, that when you scratched at it it revealed a rainbow underneath? Yeah, pretty much that minus the color. It actually came out alright. I might scan it in to deviantart, because 1. I have a scanner! YEAH! 2. I haven't updated that in so long xD and 3. It's of Anna Torv, who is one sexy lady. <-- total girl crush at the moment, not going to lie.
Basically, my art teacher, Mr. Pap, kept having me add more and more and more until I was like DUDE. But apparently he has this prejudice against negative space (I am using the word prejudice because... well, no real reason, actually) and wanted at least 3/4 of the page filled. ...I like negative space. Negative Space, consider me a fan. I will subscribe to your newsletter, because I adore you. But apparently he doesn't, so I ended up having to do a lot more than I wanted to. It came out well, but it just wasn't what I originally had in mind. I imagine lots of happy fun disagreements in AP Art next year over this.
I'm going to miss that class. I got pretty close with Aria during the year because of it, and I know -- YEAH HOME RUN PEDROIA WOO (this interruption brought to you by Red Sox AWESOME) -- that outside of Art, we don't really talk. I think she's one of those people who doesn't know how to interact with more than one person at a time, because she kind of talks to people In Order Of Preference, and I unfortunately am kind of down on that list, so we don't really talk when she's around her closer friends.
Wow. I can already tell this is going to be a wall-of-text. FRIENDS LIST MUNCHER
Anyway, then I had Trigonometry. Bittersweet. I mean, I tried to drop down out of that class around mid-year, so I kind of had this feeling of "I made it!" which was cool. But then, I was shaking with FEAR at the prospect of the final, which actually wasn't so bad. (Yay!) I mean, I didn't know some things, but that's that.
I loved that class. I mean, it had its moments of HORROR WHY AM I HERE, but overall, the people were good, and I loved Mr. Zini, my teacher. He was awesome. And I spent the better half of this year lusting/crushing after/on him, which was... bizarre, but it's not like I'm some crazy stalker who would send him love letters and actually try to hook up with him. ...I mean, if he instigated, yeah, I'd go for it. (Pahahaha I'm pathetic.) Whatever. I can't really help who I'm attracted to. I'm a hormonal teenager. But anyway. I'll miss him. And the class. Mostly the class. I think. What? Anyway.
Yeah, that's pretty much it. I think. I dunno, but I have to go take a shower WOO. And I feel that's a good note to end it on! |
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