Weekends

I love weekends.  It's just that...THEY DON'T LAST LONG ENOUGH.  Seriously time, your too fast.  So!  I believe I have discovered the answer to our problems.  Its simple.
Here, I will even make something that resembles a chart for you!
Sunday// Monday// Tuesday// Wednesday// Thursday// Friday// Saturday// Extrawesomeday
*grin*
See?!
Fixes everything!  We'd have our full week, We'd still have Sunday, and we would have permanent three day weekends.  This day would be essential for us procrastinators!  Of course there is the danger of adaption and then nothing changing but guess what; Having a day called Extrawesomeday would be cool. Yeah?  Yup.
Because really, they are not long enough.


bye for now!

What I like

So there has been a lot of "I love..." or "I like..." things on my blog.  I like a lot of things, I think this comes with my optomistic attitude.  I love animals, probably from growing up on Animal Planet.  I love to travel, I've traveled and made trips (though not always somewhere amazing) most of my life.  I love to try foods-I've even tried squid.  I like people (I also dislike people-haha), I'm constantly drawing the human form.  I always try to be positive.  I've found like to be way more enjoyable with this type of attitude, not that that really matters.  I like color, even though it hates me.  I love books, movies, games; even though I'm terribly behind everything. Since there is so much I love and like, I'm not learning to dislike, but to understand the rest of the world.

Eyes

Eyes make me happy. I find them fascinating and beautiful.   "Windows to the soul".  The mirror of our selves.  Emotions show strongest in them.  Stories are told, and poems are made from the inspiration of what's seen through our eyes.  I know not everyone can see, or see well.  I, myself, have glasses and without them I wouldn't be able to see anything clearly but my own hand held but a foot from my face.  None the less, my eyes are sharp, and I can easily spot what others have never seen before.  Eyes inspire me.  A lot of things do actually.  Eyes are one of them.  So yeah.  Something weird that I like; eyes.

Homecoming!!

 Homecoming; fun, fun, fun~.  Sure...This year my school had not been able to rent or save a good place to have our homecoming, which left many teens pretty upset.  They would have rather had none at all if it was going to be held in our century old cafeteria!  It’s true!  Our school is almost a century old.  I understand their horror.  It's a small, dank one.  Me?  I couldn't care less.  I've only been to two dances, one in 6th grade, and one in 8th.  I wouldn't go to this one either.  I have no boyfriend, not interested in one (I'm completely focusing on my art and college!!!!!) and clearly no one seemed to have the itch to ask me (hahaha).  I don't really care though, I'm tired of drama and I am all too often the cause of my own stress to have room to care for anyone more than friends.  I'm trying to be independent!  

...

Anyways...  So instead of going to homecoming, or staying at home doing nothing but internet surfing all~ day, I was invited by my friends to go ice-skating!  FUN.  It was a little trouble to get the approval, but I trust them, and my parents trust me!  I was still a little nervous though, since I've never done something like this before; That is, go out at night to a place somewhat far from home without a supervising adult and yeah.  

As soon as I got the text, I was driven to the friend’s house (no need to leave my car there all night!) where we would all meet.  Just four of us were going, so all that much better.  Extra money, some snacks, a warm jacket and scarf was all that I brought in preparation for our trip.  I’ve been to the rink in Little Rock once before, and I loved it.  So this was a return trip I was excited about.   All four of us tucked snuggly in the antique car, we set of.  Pleasantries and laughter ensued even before the drive began and I knew that this would be a wonderful night.  I didn’t spare any thoughts for my other friends who I knew would be getting ready for the dance, nor did I pity the ones who were spending the day at home or work.  The ride was enjoyable with the occasional traffic involved scare.  We stopped by Purple Cow, a restaurant that I still anticipate being built in Conway.  We waited but a minute in the eternally crowed place and immediately found our order by way of a Halloween Milk shake.  I regret ordering a purple chocolate milkshake.  Should have gotten the vanilla! 

Anyways!  From there we went straight to the rink, jokes along the way of or rejected candy pile from the nasty shakes.  The Ice part of the “Skatium” was cold as predicted and the children that were skating there could skate better then we could.  Only one of us fell and fell only once.  Well, I fell too but I caught myself!  The roller part of our night was easier and we only left when the place closed.  A quick trip to a gas station for more snacks and then we headed home!  I’d detail this more but no time! So bye for now!

Art

People everywhere have an image of art, famous paintings, a child's doodles, wanna-be artists, movie art, etc.  But no matter what, people should understand that art is work too.  All through history there has been art, creativity, imagination.  It is self expression and without it, our world would be completely different--completely bland and boring.  There is the importance of art, even artists who don't plan to go anywhere with their talent know the value of a subject that took hours, days, or months to complete.  Just like in a beauty school, art is so much harder then it seems, which is learned quite easily when one attempts to paint even the simplest of images such as a flower or tree or even a person.  People, in fact, are the hardest to create/draw/paint-etc.  So much work goes into the study of the human body, mind, and very being.
Art seems to be the only thing I have ever been successful in, it helps that I love art so passionately!  So when someone says they want to be an artist, one should encourage-not pity or tease, and let that someone do what they love best.  Of course this depends on the person, but either way, love goes a long way.  Give a little, get a little.

College

When we hear the word “College”, well, not all of us are exactly “thrilled”.  I am some weird combination of anticipation for maturity, remorse at departing a beloved familiar setting, and terrified of what my future holds for me.  Of course, I am also completely determined to make that future bright. There is a lot that I expect out of college if I am truly serious.  

When I get to college, it’ll all begin.  My life, my new life, will start.  This is the old me, full of childish drama and procrastination with everything important in my life.  In college, I want to go somewhere, not just catch up but reach far ahead.  I want to meet others like me and further grow my passion.  I want to see amazing art and be inspired.  Surround myself in a world completely creative.  I want to go where the art is real.  When I get to college I expect to be stretched and pushed all the while being supported/encouraged.  If I didn’t go, how else would I become a truly great artist?  My training has begun!  

My memory of the beach is not like typical beach memories.  I've been from coast to coast (California to Florida but not very north) and still only once have I been to the true ocean.  Specifically the Pacific Ocean.  
I was in...kindergarten?  I was making the trip with my grandmother (my mom got so teared up as I left) by plane.  Three planes in fact, and from what I was told, I struck up conversations with every person I met. The clouds, the fields, the tiny cars and buildings. I loved every minute of the trip so far.  I remember being told by grandmother that we were going on a trip, the word Disney registered and then I couldn't grasp any more of what she said no matter how many times she repeated it.  So really, I had no idea what was going to happen on the trip.  
But anyways, I was talking about the beach wasn't I?  Well people always like to describe their day at the beach or the way they describe a beach as warm and sunny.  Which is true, for most of the time/year.  But I had gone in April, and in the pictures taken of me one can see that I still pants and sweaters.  Beaches are wonderful, lots and lots of shells to pick up and save.  Sadly, over the years, I have lost my bounty of sand dollars I had brought back home with me.  
The beach was cold and windy and the clouds made everything look grey and bleak.  I could see surfers (I was told they were lifeguards???) on those giant waves which looked very rough and I wondered very seriously if there were any sharks that could possibly be around during all this.  There were no other beach goers.  So now you can imagine a beach that is cold, grey, bleak, and very windy.  I looked out at the waves as they seemed to jump into the air with ferocious energy and tried to look beyond the pearly foam.  
Then I was distracted by the cold spray of the waves to care much anymore.  I ran along the shore squealing while my aunt and uncle chatted with my grandmother.  Everyone collected shells.  Eventually it got to the point where I had rolled up my jeans and was running in the water, letting my self get drenched knees down.  Then suddenly a wave caught me by surprise and I landed face first into the cold itchy sand.  My family ran to me with exclamations of concern, probably expecting me to come up crying when instead I came up spitting, laughing, and smiling.  I loved the waves, the beach, the new experience I was having.  I would love to go back to the sea again even if afterwards I would be dealing with salty wet clothes and irritated skin.

First Impression/Experiment

So I have a blog now.  ... Funny name this thing is, blog.  I have no entries so I'll just shove this here and hope that this will let me pass!  I have an account on Figment.com and when I tried to include the link to my account...it didn't work.  So now I shall put here what I put there since as of now I have nothing else!  bye for now!  http://figment.com/books/118415-First-experiment
p.s. wow look at all the things I can do to this.  

The First Impression

...

What am I doing?  ...There's an open document at my screen.  What do I do with it?  

I want to put up something, but on the other hand I want to investigate.  (haha)  ...

Well maybe I'll see if I can wip up something fabulous!  

Yeah!  Maybe, I can make something simple, something likeable.  Despite my horrible mispellings!  

Lets make this into something that could go on (and on?) and be laughed at later.  

...

I feel like I have missed something.  

...Let's turn on some more music.

That's better!...

Several times I have already gone back and added or changed something.  (It begins!)

Really, I just want to begin to feel that author's spirit.  Maybe make a habit now.  

...After surfing my web for a while now, this typing is hurting my wrist.  Doesn't help I draw so much does it?

ahaha....

I suddenly want a spell check.  Not that I will make much more effort with this in that direction. 

...I suddenly wanted to add some sort of "face" to my words.  

THAT WILL NOT DO!

(haha)

I think I will keep at this.  Ignore my pain (it's slight).  

Ah- the song ended.  A short bit away from this document and already my mind fills with unimportant-unhappy thoughts.  

...The videos on Youtube now-a-days are slow to load.  

(haha) 

An idea to type comes, but as I start to try and type it down my mind follows with another idea.  

I'm confused but as any can see I continued to type.  

(suddenly) I'm interupted by the opening of my door.  (unimportant events take place) Now I am back to my screen.  

A pause to try to think of the first idea.  

...Something about a paradox.  

Those are cool and intersting right?  (sure)

...

Having gazed at what I have written, I feel like I must go back to the beginning, I feel that I have left something open or unfinished up there.  ...

Of course that is what this whole thing is...Though this sounds like some sort of diary or journal. (It is not, nothing significant has been typed!)  I hope I'm not destined for trouble.  

I just reread what I just wrote.  (typed) So sure this will be interesting to others! (haha).  Would type what else by brain finally let me think through but It seems to have flown off.  

Like a bird.

Is it time for a random poem?

...perhaps not.

...

I sound so dull.  What do I do?  

....

Oh.  Music.  

Much better.  Now my mind flows (if not awkardly and annoyingly).

Am I able to make something as simple as simply writing out some random babble and talking about it and the process any way exciting?  

Can my so-called "paradoxes" be understood?

This music.  I love it.  

...Maybe I can talk about myself...

But am I intersting?

(ha) I don't even "sound" like me in this thing.  (yes thing) 

...Maybe it is because some one (a close friend since you probably NEEDEDE to know haha) said I looked British yesterday.  

I am not.

...

I...I am from Louisiana....Arkansas....

(How scary)

I have just asked myself when is this going to end and I answered "not soon".  

...

oh dear.  And it seems I am creating a lot of empty spaces to make this bigger.  Larger.  Obtuse.  What a vocabulary I have!  

And dear self, if this turns out to be a long document.  would anyone not read it simply for lenght?  (maybe for incorrect spelling)

But anyways self, I am quite proud to have written ANYTHING.  Anything at all.  (get ready for true colors to be ...glimpsed) 

Ah but self maybe it was the practice (such fun) that I had with my good friend.  (no names hahah)  Roleplaying is quite fun, but tiring when only one person does most of the story.  

I can explain a little.  Me and my good friend have found Facebook an easy way to communicate with out relying on phones.  Pause for music.  

...

We both desire to be wonderful story tellers.  And often we find great practice in one anothers company.  (and music ah)  We decided to make up a short story every so often including which ever characters we felt we needed to practice "being".  Sadly I am more experienced.  (being older should not have anything to  do with it!)

pause again for music....I wish for faster loading.

Sometimes my computer worries me.  They slow down bit by bit.  I hate it...They are machines and should not age.

(I have said something silly, forgive me please).

A "hm" came when I thought a thought that had actually been thought of a little bit ago.  This first entry.  First Experimentation.  (retype font in italics)  Feels rather like a introduction.  A first impression maybe.  Lets hope I'm well recieved because for now this is all I shall do.  

For if I am.  Well.  

Thankyou music.

(and now I add my own personal line, one that I give at the end of every submission I have on DA)

Thank you and Goodbye for Now.