Friday, February 02, 2007
Certainly, i am now making my whole family proud. Not only am I reading, but took 6 books home today, all in all making my brain worth more than a dollar at least. My family used to make me read when i was younger. They would give me stacks of encyclopedia series while i tried really hard not to droop off and possibly would have gotten sermons about knowledge and "Why cant you be your sister Cathy, blah this, blah that" comparisons. Out of misery from looking at scientific pictures, i've learned ways of pretending and decieving people (or my family) by reciting chemical equations, planet names, and quoting some scientific inventions now and then as i secretly smirked with my accomplishment. I RULED THE GAME and they kept believing i actually learned things from those big-bore books of everything--but just like i am now, science never fascinated me much and completely ruling my world, foreign and undiscovered.
I must say, i was rather sneaky; after everyone was gone, i would run to our library and trade said encyclopedias for some Sunset or interior designing magazines. While kids at the young age of 10 starts reading about Britney Spear's and her "oops I did it again" moments of the day, i was, at some point, different and married myself to the how tos, interiors and exteriors of a house. Those garden issues were absolute delight then. How landscape features were created fascinated me so much, i'd start rearranging plants, digging holes, wrecking everything up around our house. My family love plants and aside from the fact that i was exposed to such magazines, i was also everyone's little gardening helper and I'd loved the responsibility that went along with it.
Anyway, i still abhor books about things that really matters (according to most) "universally" but im learning to actually love the mere peacefulness of reading in a Friday night, lying backwards in my bed, letting Daphne Loves Derby serenades me with their delightful songs about confused "love". I've missed doing just that; ever since i started this little senior sharade of mine, i never get to do anything that screams "lazy-productive" activities. Whether i am out keeping my composure in front of my friends or in my room neglecting homeworks, i just couldnt seem to ignore the world outside my drabby room and just fill me in with threads and threads of literary words, probably, for the most part, would even have trouble understanding.
The fall, windy, semester is over with (yes!!!), i dont wanna think about it although i could definitely say it was the most challenging & dramatic so far as i went from a very "good" student into a, for lack of a better word, bad one. The spirit of New year's resolutionaries got me into promising things i havent started doing or planned thereof. I didnt change right away just like i've promised i would or that i've changed now. Im just glad i dont have to think of finals for at least 5 months; i mean i literally thought not studying for my Math class would do the trick--sure it did for half of the questions but i regret thinking that passing or not, i'd still graduate high school. As for art, I probably deserve my D-umbastic grade. It got nothing to do with my artworks at all, or so i think. My teacher held all those lazy afternoons against and giving me, overall a D in my performance. It aint irking me as i still think i am more than creative enough to have at least 7 strong pieces to get me in an art school. As for physics, did i tell you i was stuck with who i thought the dumbest people in my class but they actually saved my ass?
Enough with school because now that i am off for three days, im thinking of:
1. reading every book Cl-de bought me at the book sale this afternoon
from How to get off our buts to Cheese monkeys & Le boheme art, to Under the tuscan sun (seen the movie but ive always wanted to read the book as i recall someone telling me the original plot had been corrupted in the film) and She's come undone. Should be pretty interesting; cheese monkeys is already making me deliriously happy and inspiring me to write with less cynicism and more of the crap above ^^^. haha
2. Writing an article for LA youth about how a change affected me emotionally & submitting one art piece as well regarding what lights up my life. Any idea? I hate the mere fact that i actually have to use my brain. arrrrh.
3. Finding a job that doesnt involve preppy clothing stores or fast food crap-chains. Then again, i was thinking of applying in Aeropostel. Have i mentioned i stayed in the mall for straight 5 hours last weekend? yea! I went against my "conformity" conviction. bleh.
4. Creating more artworks with pictures and paint. Apparently i found my true calling, MESSY ART! Who could have thought the stiff artist that i've always thought of myself is another picasso by heart? chea!
5. [please insert an activity that doesnt make me think, here]
6. Write more in my blog, tell you all about my relatives, marriage, Oprah's Old lady nude billboards all around California, hot guys, James L Sal P. Long haired hot hot heat lead singer look-alikes, Giorgio Armani's aqua di gio, marco polo, love, how to save a life? mungo sprouts, paint fumes, 99 cent store adventure and all sorts of other thangs. oh and burger king pickles, huge ones.
Blast that stereo, LOUD! {9:02 PM}
