I think I should forget homework and watch Mary Poppins more often... that is what I did today, and it felt gooooood.
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I have been listening to a ton of Frank Sinatra lately. I really enjoy listening to him...so far my favorite song is "Swingin' on a Star".
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I saw "The Holiday"-- it was...enjoyable, I would watch it again, but not one of my top ten.
I had to watch "Far and Away" in history class, and the part I saw was really good...but I really didn't enjoy seeing the buttcrack of Tom cruise...it was gross, and I wish that it will never ever happen again. eww.
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happy prism week :)
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Thursday, December 7, 2006
sick Spirit (the dog)
After school, I walked into my house to find my dog laying on the floor, and not getting up to greet me. I continued walking to find a dark chocolate bar wrapper that had no candy in it. I continued walking into my living room to find another identical wrapper that was empty. The wrappers both said 70% pure chocolate on them.
So I continued forth to soak a piece of bread in hydrogen peroxide and feed it to my dog. The next hour of my life was spent letting my dog in the house, out of the house, making her stay off the carpet, cleaning up barf, and making her barf. It was disgusting (and scary) , and I wish that it never ever happens again. I also hope that the next time someone buys chocolate for a gift that they don't put it in easy to reach places, like the computer desk.
This is kind of strange, but I always tell my dog "DONT get into trouble today" before I leave for school, and today I think she learned that when she doesn't listen to me she gets hurt. This reminds me of something that someone has taught me about God before. You know what I am talking about...When God says "Don't" he means "Don't hurt yourself".
So I continued forth to soak a piece of bread in hydrogen peroxide and feed it to my dog. The next hour of my life was spent letting my dog in the house, out of the house, making her stay off the carpet, cleaning up barf, and making her barf. It was disgusting (and scary) , and I wish that it never ever happens again. I also hope that the next time someone buys chocolate for a gift that they don't put it in easy to reach places, like the computer desk.
This is kind of strange, but I always tell my dog "DONT get into trouble today" before I leave for school, and today I think she learned that when she doesn't listen to me she gets hurt. This reminds me of something that someone has taught me about God before. You know what I am talking about...When God says "Don't" he means "Don't hurt yourself".
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Steel Band
As of a couple weeks ago, I am in a steel band. I play tenor/lead pan, and I LOVE it!
It looks like the one in the middle being played by the yellow shirted man.
The music is fantastic...we play some jazz, reggae..ya know...Bob Marley stuff.
So this is what has been consuming a lot of my time.woot.Sunday, December 3, 2006
a new thought location.
I am tired of Xanga and Myspace, and I would much rather be part of this. So, here I am.
Life is enigmatic,and perplexing right now. I want to write more, write out what I am feeling, but words are not my forte, in fact they never come to me when I need them most. They leave me to rot, to look like a foolish child when I need them there to help me to be who I am. They seem to be friends with most people, but there are very few whom they abondon. The abandoned have to find someone else to express themselves with. Some of them run and grasp ahold of a paintbrush, or a block of charcoal, and create flourishing masterpieces that can grab your soul and take hold of you. Some of them run to a different genre of art. An art that can accelerate any emotion within you all in the course of a few moments, an art that can simply entertain, or can symbolize a superfluity of emotions and expressions. This is the art that I am going to run to and grab ahold of like I have so many times before. And it is as simple as letting my hands on the to the ivory pieces, and letting them run for hours, and let the aria create the emotions I feel.
Life is enigmatic,and perplexing right now. I want to write more, write out what I am feeling, but words are not my forte, in fact they never come to me when I need them most. They leave me to rot, to look like a foolish child when I need them there to help me to be who I am. They seem to be friends with most people, but there are very few whom they abondon. The abandoned have to find someone else to express themselves with. Some of them run and grasp ahold of a paintbrush, or a block of charcoal, and create flourishing masterpieces that can grab your soul and take hold of you. Some of them run to a different genre of art. An art that can accelerate any emotion within you all in the course of a few moments, an art that can simply entertain, or can symbolize a superfluity of emotions and expressions. This is the art that I am going to run to and grab ahold of like I have so many times before. And it is as simple as letting my hands on the to the ivory pieces, and letting them run for hours, and let the aria create the emotions I feel.
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