Creativity Withers!

man oh man. i hate the end of the year.

things to do:

-all my co-op work
-learn 58932759384 songs for my parent's wedding
-make a toast for my parent's wedding
-get a job back
-relay for life money (do i ACTUALLY have to raise $100?)
-that damn dance
-work on french research paper
-work on islam test tomorrow
-work on the musical that is in ONE WEEK, fuck i'm screwed
-read "small gods", the qur'an, autobiography of chuck berry, and 100 years of solitude.
-worry about changing my course selection sheet
-prepare for trombone, french, and religion exam
-did i mention piano, bassoon, and theory?

life is getting crazy, fast. i'm slowly preparing myself for a really stressful 4 weeks. i've never wanted a school year to end so badly. i wish that i could just go into auto-pilot for the next month, and i would just sleep one day, and wake up in the middle of summer vacation. oh summer vacation.

running free is a river, that slowly dries up.
all the animals are leaving.
the grass, withdrawing,
and the trees are turning from lollipops to artificial earth.
crushed rocks, and an inside out chicken is mostly all that remains in a place i used to call home.
i guess these season are wrapping into one,
prepare for the hottest blizzard of your life.
i know that the beauty of this darkened sphere will return after a short period of sitting and answering questions like:
name 5 significant things pope jean paul the second did in his life.
as long as that inside out chicken doesn't leave, it'll all be a little worth while,
like the sun needs the moon.

Waves/WHERES DA' BITCH D'EY CALL MARY!?

Liane from school let me borrow her "video games live" CD. Awesome track, and I've never had one CD give me so many goosebumps. I never thought I was that much of a gamer!

2 DAYS TIL CHICAGO. YES!

Mrs. Mulligan raged at me. I'm still unsure as to what she wants. I gave here everything but 2 things, one is day tracker things where you have to write down everything you did in that co-op placement day. I haven't handed them in since March break. And the other is some resumé, but I already said I need the photocopies because I lost mine haha.

So thrilled for Chicago, but I haven't much to talk about - I'm just trying to waste time because I'm not tired one bit yet. Well maybe a little. Or a lot.

Watched hands down, the least interesting movie in french class. So happy I chose to do a research paper not a critique. Me and Krysta kept making jokes throughout the movie, and Madame was giving us dirty looks the entire time. But honestly, it was really boring. The movie consisted of either some sort of sexual scene, or a girl crying.

WHERES DA' BITCH D'EY CALL MARY!?
*flips table*
WHERE IS SHE!?

Genius!

I was going through a Ravel stage before Liane showed me these damn video game tracks!

Nearly out of grade 5 - 1 baroque, classical and modern is all that remains. Plus c sharp minnie and f minnie in the technique.
Once I'm in grade 6 technique, I will only have 2 books left. THANK GOD.

If you guys are looking for a good laugh, check out "Hyperbole and a Half."
It is as well a blogspot!

Time to sleep for me I guess, and think of ideas for the "captains' logs" on the back of the dance sign up sheet thing. BY THE WAY, GO TO THE DANCE!

Ta ta, y'all!

I've recently been obsessed with flow charts.

Pavane for a Dead Princess

New background is Ravel inspired.

So is the title.

Tuning up, abort the earth.

Check list please!

never washing hair - check
screwing with sleep schedule - check
screwing with diet - check
adding random exercise plan - check

      Well, let's explore my new world, won't we?

Diet is now grapefruit only. No, I'm not trying to lose 12 pounds in a week, rather I am "detoxifying" my body. Life isn't fun when you can expect what will happen all the time.

The hair thing is because of my secret longing to be a jew.

Sleep schedule is the worst, can't concentrate or think at all. Plus a killer headache, but I'll live.

I hope I can find other ways to mess with my body, such as drugs!

but first I will need money, won't I? 

Let's hope I get tired of this whole messing up body thing before Chicago,

But until then, substance abuse!