Well hello there.
It has been almost a year since my last post.
But so much has changed. And I don't really feel like opening up to a web page that no one visits. Sad, huh? That I can't even be open with myself?
Fingers crossed for much aid from SCAD.
I was just reading one of my last posts, which included the statement that Augusta was coming up. Well, here we are again...it's next week. And up until now I didn't really wanna go. But now I do. Buuut I don't know if I can justify the $250+ it would take.
FML.
Oh, parents are divorced, for those of you who actually read this.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
hey
so....school.
I love English but Ms Berry is so intimidating. And it's a lot of work. And class participation.
I hate Biology because Mr. Sinden does not make me want to learn.
I have mixed feelings about Euro History. He better be preparing us for the exam, thats all I have to say.
I of course love orchestra.
I LOOOOOVE computer aided design. It's exactly what I've been wanting - total creative freedom. And photography. And Althea loves me.
I don't feel like I completely understand Calculus. I get it, but its like i'm not thinking hard enough? Or something.
Whatever.
We better go on some awesome orchestra trips this year since Europe didn't happen.
so my toppppp schools are SAIC (School of the Art Institute of Chicago) and SCAD (savanah college of art and design) for photography.
Yes. Photography. I love photography.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Kind Stranger
I don't know why but I just got the urge to post this. So I am.
Earlier this year, my mom, sister and I saw Wicked [sooooo overrated, I think] at the Aronoff. As we sat there anxiously awaiting the famous opening notes of the show to sound from the orchestra pit below, my sister in the middle, I set my purse on the empty seat to my right.
A few minutes later I got extremely annoyed [sometimes I get really annoyed at really small stuff] when a rather large lady wearing an...interesting...black-and-white patterned shirt sat down in the once empty seat to my right.
We continued sitting there, me wallowing in my annoyance that my mother added to by continually bragging about how my sister "hung out with Mr. Kunzel."
"How many eleven year olds have hung out with Mr. Kunzel?" gee, I dunno.... the entire SCPA chidren's choir... ?
"Next year when you see Mr. Kunzel..." If you don't shut up there won't be a next year.
"Your buddy Mr. Kunzel..." I'm 150% sure he has no frickin idea who the hell Camille is. Sorrrrrryyyy.
ANYWAY, she does that all the time and it's really annoying. And she kept saying how Camille would be on this stage someday, OH YEAH and "Remember when you were on this stage? And back in the green room? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH" I'm sorry...did you forget that I WAS IN HERE'S LOVE TOO???? probably.
ANYWAY
I sat there with my anger growing with every show-off stage-mom comment she made. Just looking straight in front of me. Not speaking. And Camille was just taking it all in. But apparently I was doing a bad job of hiding my intense annoyance because the lady who started it all, the one who sat in the empty seat next to me that EXCUSE ME MY PURSE WAS SITTING IN, looked at me [I felt her gaze and rolled my eyes while turning my head toward her]. I could see the understanding in her friendly eyes, eyes that had no doubt seen many sad and happy stories throughout her 60ish years. She smiled softly and said:
"Someday you'll be great."
That was it. She fixed her gaze back on the still empty stage and I was beyond speechless. I tried to smile at her; it was a fake smile.
I wish to this day I could have forgotten my annoyance and other various problems I was experiencing for three seconds and given her a genuine smile.
But I didn't.
I thanked God [or whoever] when the house lights went down about three minutes later because then I could cry.
I cried for the kindness of this stranger that stole my purse's seat, I cried for being mad at my mother, I cried because she never has those kinds of compliments for me, and I cried because I'm not sure if that woman will be right.
Earlier this year, my mom, sister and I saw Wicked [sooooo overrated, I think] at the Aronoff. As we sat there anxiously awaiting the famous opening notes of the show to sound from the orchestra pit below, my sister in the middle, I set my purse on the empty seat to my right.
A few minutes later I got extremely annoyed [sometimes I get really annoyed at really small stuff] when a rather large lady wearing an...interesting...black-and-white patterned shirt sat down in the once empty seat to my right.
We continued sitting there, me wallowing in my annoyance that my mother added to by continually bragging about how my sister "hung out with Mr. Kunzel."
"How many eleven year olds have hung out with Mr. Kunzel?" gee, I dunno.... the entire SCPA chidren's choir... ?
"Next year when you see Mr. Kunzel..." If you don't shut up there won't be a next year.
"Your buddy Mr. Kunzel..." I'm 150% sure he has no frickin idea who the hell Camille is. Sorrrrrryyyy.
ANYWAY, she does that all the time and it's really annoying. And she kept saying how Camille would be on this stage someday, OH YEAH and "Remember when you were on this stage? And back in the green room? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH" I'm sorry...did you forget that I WAS IN HERE'S LOVE TOO???? probably.
ANYWAY
I sat there with my anger growing with every show-off stage-mom comment she made. Just looking straight in front of me. Not speaking. And Camille was just taking it all in. But apparently I was doing a bad job of hiding my intense annoyance because the lady who started it all, the one who sat in the empty seat next to me that EXCUSE ME MY PURSE WAS SITTING IN, looked at me [I felt her gaze and rolled my eyes while turning my head toward her]. I could see the understanding in her friendly eyes, eyes that had no doubt seen many sad and happy stories throughout her 60ish years. She smiled softly and said:
"Someday you'll be great."
That was it. She fixed her gaze back on the still empty stage and I was beyond speechless. I tried to smile at her; it was a fake smile.
I wish to this day I could have forgotten my annoyance and other various problems I was experiencing for three seconds and given her a genuine smile.
But I didn't.
I thanked God [or whoever] when the house lights went down about three minutes later because then I could cry.
I cried for the kindness of this stranger that stole my purse's seat, I cried for being mad at my mother, I cried because she never has those kinds of compliments for me, and I cried because I'm not sure if that woman will be right.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Well this is fan frickin tastic.
I know I'm always supposed to look at the "bright" side of everything but REALITY CHECK IT'S OKAY TO BE SAD. Bad things happen, okay? Life's not pink, fluffy, and sugar-coated. Sorry.
1) I'm flippin tired of your mixed signals, okay? Make up your damn mind. Am I too young for you? Fine. I can wait. I mean, I have been for three years already, what's another two or so?
2) Augusta, the one week a year I look forward to the most, is almost here. "Then why aren't you excited, Simone?" I am.
But Emanuele won't be there.
3) I feel disgustingly sick every time I eat food.
4) I'M TIRED OF YOUR "SUBTLE" HINTS. AND PS, THEY'RE NOT SUBTLE. STOP KIDDING YOURSELF- YOU'RE HURTING ME.
5) I feel like we've gotten too close via text. I'm scared it will ruin everything.
6) I think I'm still [and always will be] in love with you but I haven't seen you in so long it's hard to tell.
7) I can't hide behind my phone forever.
8) If I had $250 I would download the entire show of Scrubs from iTunes in a heartbeat.
9) Every time you yell at him...
I can feel my heart get a little colder.
I don't know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can't react And games that never amount To more than they're meant Will play themselves out Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice You've made it now Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can't go back Moods that take me and erase me And I'm painted black You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful
voice you had a choice You've made it now Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice ..........etc
1) I'm flippin tired of your mixed signals, okay? Make up your damn mind. Am I too young for you? Fine. I can wait. I mean, I have been for three years already, what's another two or so?
2) Augusta, the one week a year I look forward to the most, is almost here. "Then why aren't you excited, Simone?" I am.
But Emanuele won't be there.
3) I feel disgustingly sick every time I eat food.
4) I'M TIRED OF YOUR "SUBTLE" HINTS. AND PS, THEY'RE NOT SUBTLE. STOP KIDDING YOURSELF- YOU'RE HURTING ME.
5) I feel like we've gotten too close via text. I'm scared it will ruin everything.
6) I think I'm still [and always will be] in love with you but I haven't seen you in so long it's hard to tell.
7) I can't hide behind my phone forever.
8) If I had $250 I would download the entire show of Scrubs from iTunes in a heartbeat.
9) Every time you yell at him...
I can feel my heart get a little colder.
I don't know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can't react And games that never amount To more than they're meant Will play themselves out Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice You've made it now Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can't go back Moods that take me and erase me And I'm painted black You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful
voice you had a choice You've made it now Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice ..........etc
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
New Founds
I have recently discovered many new things [bands, people, comedians] that I am now obsessed with.
Coldplay- I've always sorta liked them, but thanks to Amy, I now have their COMPLETE new album, Viva la Vida. And I don't go one day without listening to it. The only word that I can fathom that begins describing their sound is cool. Their music is so chilled out and awesome.
Teddy Thompson- Thanks to Rosie [you rock my world], I am the proud new owner of the cd Separate Ways, by the young, sexy, ultra-talented Teddy Thompson [also, he's the son of Richard Thompson]. I literally love every single track on the cd. I give it a 7-star rating out of 5. His voice is like butter, his lyrics really speak to the listener, and the music is hypnotic, electrifying, and so addictive it should be illegal. Plus, he's got a few "okay-you-need-to-get-out-of-my-life-right-now" songs [That's Enough Out of You] that I can relate to. I'm obsessed.
Demetri Martin- This guy is HILARIOUS. He's a comedian whose jokes are short, sweet, and refreshingly to-the-point. He doesn't come off as trying to be funny. He's very matter-of-fact and his performance is only enhanced by his "Large Pad" [of paper] and guitar/piano/harmonica playing. He's clever, extremely intelligent, cute, and his voice is sexy, in my humble opinion. Look him up on You Tube.
John Krazinski- Those of you who know me know that I have been a HUGE Office fan for many years. And that I love Krazinski's character, Jim Halpert. But recently I've fallen in love with the real Krazinski. What can I say, he's adorable and hilarious. What more could a girl ask for?
Dream by Priscilla Ahn- Featured on Grey's Anatomy [good show, GREAT music], Priscilla's song Dream is also a new obsession of mine. The dream-like, soft and airy tune will sweep you away, and has lyrics that are sweet and tell it like it is. Not really any underlying theme or message that you will spend weeks trying to uncover only to have Vh1 give you a full-on report about. No. The song speaks a simple truth and that, with the relaxing music, provides me [and you-go download it] with a song to sleep, make art, read, relax, or cry to.
That's all I got for now, now go look them up.
Coldplay- I've always sorta liked them, but thanks to Amy, I now have their COMPLETE new album, Viva la Vida. And I don't go one day without listening to it. The only word that I can fathom that begins describing their sound is cool. Their music is so chilled out and awesome.
Teddy Thompson- Thanks to Rosie [you rock my world], I am the proud new owner of the cd Separate Ways, by the young, sexy, ultra-talented Teddy Thompson [also, he's the son of Richard Thompson]. I literally love every single track on the cd. I give it a 7-star rating out of 5. His voice is like butter, his lyrics really speak to the listener, and the music is hypnotic, electrifying, and so addictive it should be illegal. Plus, he's got a few "okay-you-need-to-get-out-of-my-life-right-now" songs [That's Enough Out of You] that I can relate to. I'm obsessed.
Demetri Martin- This guy is HILARIOUS. He's a comedian whose jokes are short, sweet, and refreshingly to-the-point. He doesn't come off as trying to be funny. He's very matter-of-fact and his performance is only enhanced by his "Large Pad" [of paper] and guitar/piano/harmonica playing. He's clever, extremely intelligent, cute, and his voice is sexy, in my humble opinion. Look him up on You Tube.
John Krazinski- Those of you who know me know that I have been a HUGE Office fan for many years. And that I love Krazinski's character, Jim Halpert. But recently I've fallen in love with the real Krazinski. What can I say, he's adorable and hilarious. What more could a girl ask for?
Dream by Priscilla Ahn- Featured on Grey's Anatomy [good show, GREAT music], Priscilla's song Dream is also a new obsession of mine. The dream-like, soft and airy tune will sweep you away, and has lyrics that are sweet and tell it like it is. Not really any underlying theme or message that you will spend weeks trying to uncover only to have Vh1 give you a full-on report about. No. The song speaks a simple truth and that, with the relaxing music, provides me [and you-go download it] with a song to sleep, make art, read, relax, or cry to.
That's all I got for now, now go look them up.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Telephone Ring!
Here are the promised pictures of my Telephone Ring. I'm so proud of it!
Okay, why can't I scatter them? Let's see if I can figure this out.
Yay I figured it out! Now, the one below is the next ring I plan to make. I chose the 3 button since it spells "DEF," as in the abbreviation of "definitely" that I frequently use.
You might be asking yourself where the heck I got these telephone buttons. Well, my friends, I got them from an old telephone my 7th grade science class took apart for fun one day. I've saved them for years, just knowing I'd find something creative and cool to use them for. Guess I did get the jewelry genes, Mom!
Okay, why can't I scatter them? Let's see if I can figure this out.
Yay I figured it out! Now, the one below is the next ring I plan to make. I chose the 3 button since it spells "DEF," as in the abbreviation of "definitely" that I frequently use.
You might be asking yourself where the heck I got these telephone buttons. Well, my friends, I got them from an old telephone my 7th grade science class took apart for fun one day. I've saved them for years, just knowing I'd find something creative and cool to use them for. Guess I did get the jewelry genes, Mom!
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