0dd0ne0ut (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 0dd0ne0ut) wrote,@ 2007-09-27 21:39:00 |
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RANT!
Rant rant rant... You have been warned. Somehow I was able to talk about everything I wanted to without really going totally 180. Bit like Catcher in the Rye.
Hello all. Bored but I don't wanna sleep yet and I've exhausted all of the sites that I usually go on so I though I should just post something. I might wanna read this later and (reminiscue?) No spell check. Argh. School's fine. Math is easy. Should be becuase I'm retaking Precal. Failure! I'm suppose to be taking Calc at least.
English sucks because it's tons of work but I think I made a friend, Glenn. He's an artist, or he acts like one. He's shy about showing his drawings but I think he's totally better than me. DeviantART is a total friend-maker. I wanted to make new friends in college and I discovered he was an artist so I just turned to him sometimes during class and said, "DO YOU HAVE A DEVIANTART?!" Random but that's me. He used to but not anymore. Then I tried to think of more stuff to talk about but I didn't have to. The ice breaker got him to open up and he just started talking to me from nowhere. Yea, DA! Reason that I'm so happy about making a new friend is that Catherine E and Wilson disappeared so I'm a total LONER! I saw Catkin though. Yay!
Art is great! I'm doing averagely well. The teacher complimented me once but I was too nervous to say thank you and was afraid that I'd appeared uppity. I don't like people praising me in front of others because I don't want them to feel bad. I felt really bad for the girl next to me. She's a really good artist but she was having an off day. You can tell that she was sad when people complimented the people around her. I totally know how that feels. She couldn't get her sketch started so she just worked on a previous work and it was so nice. She's good at charcoal. Pfft, everyone seems good at charcoal compared to me. I suck at it. It's my weakness. I can't believe I almost left graphite for vine charcoal. It may be easier but I still suck at it. I love Mon and Wed, mostly because of Art classes. I wish I had more of it. Next week, we're gonna be moving on to human anatomy! Yay! I hope it helps because I wanna become a great artist and prove my parents wrong. Mom openly told me that she doesn't encourage me because she feels that art won't bring me much money. I don't wanna be an architect! My uncle came over the other day and was talking about how he coud get me an architect job. "He has connections" Whatever. As if I care. He saw that I wasn't too thrilled about that so he said, "You can also build models." Like that's a perk. Psh. Gah! I might have to be an architect though... because I realized my art future isn't so bright.
Spoke to my counselor and she asked if I was good at art. ..., "I'm decent." We had a really difficult time because I didn't know what I wanted to be or where to transfer to. I'M SO LAME! She was tired too but she kept on smiling at me. lol. Everytime she looked at me, I thought she was waiting for an answer so I would just start talking and repeating myself. I wanted to offer her a starburst.
Anyways, driving's getting tolerable. First I was happy about being able to drive, then being able to drive alone, being able to park, being able to park without reversing, then being able to park right smack dab in the middle. When I was a worse driver, I would always do a little dance in my car (when no one was around) when I was able to park my car. I don't do them as much anymore. I'm growing up and I'm taking things for granted.
Like for instance, Johnny, my tutoree, was so happy when I allowed him to take home a sketch of mine. I redid the thing and didn't wanted it anyways. The point is that he loved it and I didn't. I had thought that I would always be fascinated at all the things that kids think of. Which reminds me, when I was little, I thought the signal arrows on the car's dashboard was MAGIC because they knew exactly where you were gonna go. LOL! I asked my grandma how it was possible and she explained that they let the other people know where you were gonna turn. I quieted down and Grandma thought that she had explained things well but I was like who cares about other people. How do they know where to go?! I stuck to my idea that they were magic. I expect that might be a possible explaination to how the GPS thing came about. Sigh. In the future, maybe some kid that was similar to my old self would ask me how the house knew when to heat itself and I would give them the REAL explanation instead of telling them that it was magic, that the house would be alive and that it was blowing warm air into itself. Then their imagination would die a bit after hearing of the real explanation and it'll be my fault.
Rant rant rant... You have been warned. Somehow I was able to talk about everything I wanted to without really going totally 180. Bit like Catcher in the Rye.
Hello all. Bored but I don't wanna sleep yet and I've exhausted all of the sites that I usually go on so I though I should just post something. I might wanna read this later and (reminiscue?) No spell check. Argh. School's fine. Math is easy. Should be becuase I'm retaking Precal. Failure! I'm suppose to be taking Calc at least.
English sucks because it's tons of work but I think I made a friend, Glenn. He's an artist, or he acts like one. He's shy about showing his drawings but I think he's totally better than me. DeviantART is a total friend-maker. I wanted to make new friends in college and I discovered he was an artist so I just turned to him sometimes during class and said, "DO YOU HAVE A DEVIANTART?!" Random but that's me. He used to but not anymore. Then I tried to think of more stuff to talk about but I didn't have to. The ice breaker got him to open up and he just started talking to me from nowhere. Yea, DA! Reason that I'm so happy about making a new friend is that Catherine E and Wilson disappeared so I'm a total LONER! I saw Catkin though. Yay!
Art is great! I'm doing averagely well. The teacher complimented me once but I was too nervous to say thank you and was afraid that I'd appeared uppity. I don't like people praising me in front of others because I don't want them to feel bad. I felt really bad for the girl next to me. She's a really good artist but she was having an off day. You can tell that she was sad when people complimented the people around her. I totally know how that feels. She couldn't get her sketch started so she just worked on a previous work and it was so nice. She's good at charcoal. Pfft, everyone seems good at charcoal compared to me. I suck at it. It's my weakness. I can't believe I almost left graphite for vine charcoal. It may be easier but I still suck at it. I love Mon and Wed, mostly because of Art classes. I wish I had more of it. Next week, we're gonna be moving on to human anatomy! Yay! I hope it helps because I wanna become a great artist and prove my parents wrong. Mom openly told me that she doesn't encourage me because she feels that art won't bring me much money. I don't wanna be an architect! My uncle came over the other day and was talking about how he coud get me an architect job. "He has connections" Whatever. As if I care. He saw that I wasn't too thrilled about that so he said, "You can also build models." Like that's a perk. Psh. Gah! I might have to be an architect though... because I realized my art future isn't so bright.
Spoke to my counselor and she asked if I was good at art. ..., "I'm decent." We had a really difficult time because I didn't know what I wanted to be or where to transfer to. I'M SO LAME! She was tired too but she kept on smiling at me. lol. Everytime she looked at me, I thought she was waiting for an answer so I would just start talking and repeating myself. I wanted to offer her a starburst.
Anyways, driving's getting tolerable. First I was happy about being able to drive, then being able to drive alone, being able to park, being able to park without reversing, then being able to park right smack dab in the middle. When I was a worse driver, I would always do a little dance in my car (when no one was around) when I was able to park my car. I don't do them as much anymore. I'm growing up and I'm taking things for granted.
Like for instance, Johnny, my tutoree, was so happy when I allowed him to take home a sketch of mine. I redid the thing and didn't wanted it anyways. The point is that he loved it and I didn't. I had thought that I would always be fascinated at all the things that kids think of. Which reminds me, when I was little, I thought the signal arrows on the car's dashboard was MAGIC because they knew exactly where you were gonna go. LOL! I asked my grandma how it was possible and she explained that they let the other people know where you were gonna turn. I quieted down and Grandma thought that she had explained things well but I was like who cares about other people. How do they know where to go?! I stuck to my idea that they were magic. I expect that might be a possible explaination to how the GPS thing came about. Sigh. In the future, maybe some kid that was similar to my old self would ask me how the house knew when to heat itself and I would give them the REAL explanation instead of telling them that it was magic, that the house would be alive and that it was blowing warm air into itself. Then their imagination would die a bit after hearing of the real explanation and it'll be my fault.
