Day 10: A dream I had this week described in detail
the closet in the room where I have AP art, had a door that led to a sky rise apartment pretty similiar to this except it had this modern spirial staircase. For some reason it was my Art teacher’s apartment and she was gone for the day/night, but gave me acess to it. Some of my friends from the volleyball team came over, but somehow it turned into this:
So just about everyone from school was there, and I was worried about the house being trashed, and I knew that soon the janitor would have to come up and clean it, because appartently it was the school janitor’s job to clean my art teacher’s apartment. Then suddenly a group of guys arrived that were just complete scum bags. One of their girlfriends was inside the party, but they were in an abusive relationship so she didn’t want him to know she was there. But he found her and starting tearing her prom dress, similar to this:
which for some reason led to me punching this guy in the face, and continuing to beat him up until his buddies attempted to attack me, but I beat them up to. Eventually they left, but because of the fights, there was blood everywhere, and people were breaking one-of-a-kind art pieces in the house. Somehow we managed to get everyone out and clean everything up and back in it’s original state before my art teacher returned just as the sun was rising. Then a few weeks later it was thanksgiving and me and my volleyball team were having dinner with my art teacher (we call her mama sue) and all of a sudden she pulled out pictures she had from her security camera of us throwing the giant party and everything. Then she complimented us about how well we replicated the one-of-a-kind art pieces and she perferred our pieces anyways.
*Very weird dream. It ties in my volleyball team and my art teacher and oldly enough the day I woke up from this dream, my coach locked her keys inside her car and I had to get my art teacher to help her with triple A, even though they had never met before they soon were getting along really well. And in the end, my teacher didn’t care because there was good art involved. Perhaps relating to the grades I’ve been getting in my class?
Quite honestly, I’m not sure what memory is my earliest, but one of my earliest happens to be when I spread all of my toys on the ground in my room. Then I decided it was a good idea to go to bed and my Dad came in to say goodnight. When he stepped into my room he stepped on my pretty pretty princess crown and yelled at me to clean everything up.
Day 5: A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life
This letter will remain anonymous,
Thank you for never accepting me for how I am. Thank you for making me feel like I could never belong with you or your friends. Thank you for crushing my personality and making me feel like my opinions were stupid. Without you, I would have never lost myself. Without you, I never would have learned to let go of all the stupid things in this world. Your stuck up personality and little club were no one was allowed to join helped me to become a better person. I’m now ten times happier than any of the good times we had. Now I’m the one always laughing and smiling, your the one who constantly can’t handle life. I feel for you. I’m sorry, but thank you for pushing me away and making me a better person.
hmm… it’s tough process. First you gotta get some kick ass friends, then manage to find some swagger, and finally get some bright purple metallic kicks. Add some fly dance moves, and results equal FLY.
"Anyone can give up, it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that’s true strength." - Unknown
Unfortunately, my expectations of my life have changed distrastically from when I began high school. I had to deal with a lot of things I wasn’t prepared for, you know, those things you don’t learn in school. But now, I’m the person I’ve always wanted to be and I know that because of what I’ve been through, ironically, my life has become a genuine happy life. These are the little inspirations that remind me why the I am the way that I am, especially when I start thinking, why am I doing this?
hmm.. today my guilty pleasures are Magdalenas, or Spanish lemon cakes. They’re absolutely yummy and are perfectly compatible with Hot Chocolate, which is perfect because the freezing weather is just kicking in…
Day 01 - Guilty pleasure Day 02 - Something that inspires you Day 03 - The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why Day 04 - What you imagine paradise to be like Day 05 - A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life Day 06 - Earliest thing you can remember Day 07 - Favorite cover of your favorite song Day 08 - Someone you think would make a good president Day 09 - Five things you want to see change Day 10 - A dream you had this past week described in detail Day 11 - Favorite picture ever taken of yourself Day 12 - Your favorite musical artist’s life story Day 13 - A memory that never fails to make you laugh Day 14 - Best mashup you’ve ever heard Day 15 - A moment, phrase, or song that has changed your life the most. Day 16 - Something that you want to do within the next five years. Day 17 - What you want to remembered for. Day 18 - A picture that makes you feel Day 19 - A passage from a book that has touched you Day 20 - A band that you immediately liked and the song that made you like them Day 21 - Your favorite medium of art. Day 22 - Someone you would give your life up for without question. Day 23 - Most awkward first impression you feel you’ve ever given Day 24 - Something you did as a child that other people remember you for. Day 25 - Something you would do if no one stopped you or if you knew you wouldn’t fail. Day 26 - Your definition of love. Day 27 - Your definition of the meaning of life. Day 28 - A moment you remember being completely happy in and a description of why you believe you were. What is your definition of happiness Day 29 - What you live for. Day 30 - Ways you believe you have grown over the past thirty days.
I’m a high school senior whose lucky if she gets 5 hours of sleep a night. I hate being bored, but love wasting time. Life isn’t fun if you don’t procrastinate sometimes. Hopefully in a few years i’ll be designing graphics for snowboards. My life pretty much consists of art, music, snowboarding, volleyball, and every crazy adventure that comes my way. I’ve never had a blog before, so give me some time to figure this all out, but judging by how little I sleep, i’ll have plenty of time to work on this.