Quelle Semaine Formidable! jk not really but it was pretty nice

This week has been pretty good, considering it was the return from ski-week. This week is usually filled with hate and stabbing, but not for me yay!
So, my family wants to move. I'm kind of stoked on that, because they want to move to a house with horses. mY dReAm CoMe TrUe!

I drew a really lifelike picture of Chief today (I was told the proportions are spot-on):

Oh, I've also begun to very timidly and experimentally have a go at photography.


Woo so this weekend we are dying Davis's hair darker and making an epic cake, besides that I'm not really sure but yeah it sounds, as they say in Australia, "noice"


byebye

au revoir, break

"and i remember your eyes
how they saw right through me
and how that made me feel

so sick and bored with myself"

i'm very ready to stop giving a shit. au revoir pity parties; a bientot happy days.

pre-sad

So, today is the kickoff of ski-week, president's week... whatever, we get school off for a week.
And tomorrow is SAD (Singles Awareness Day)!!! some people refer to it as "Valentine's Day," but i choose to call it the day that is more relatable to myself.
and according to mozilla firefox, relatable isn't a word and i'm really confused

"I think I'll just ask Chief to be my Valentine."
"He doesn't speak English!"
"It doesn't matter. He has to say yes; I feed him."



and i'm tired. byebye

eh

i've proven in my life that i'm relatively adept at predicitons and premonitions. it's usually a good thing.
but when it ruins my mood because i predict being forgotten, it's not such a good thing

Sunday

i went to alex's today

i'm feelin a bit better. we have school off in a week! yaay. i'm in bizarrely and unexplainably high spirits. thanks for working in my favor, unpredictable-teenage-hormone-induced feelings!



i spent a very long time creating this piece and taking in mind the symbolic and meaningful juxtaposition. see if you can find all of the symbolism in this incredibly detailed and meticulous painting.


alright, byebye

meh

still bored. still sick. it's still rainy. hoping i will feel well enough to go to madison's tonight


i must annihilate the sick with the powers of entex


because



byebye

tgif?!

EVERYBODY IS SICK.

i'm no exception. all i've done today is school, see chief for about 20 minutes, be sick and draw.
well, maybe i shouldn't say "draw", but "sketched several bizarre humans in an incredibly half-assed fashion".

the woman in the lower right hand corna is the most beautiful, i shall call her esmerelda~
every time i draw a human, it always resembles somebody, and i can never figure out who. it's so annoying.

in other news, zach condon is my new artist-crush (sorry kevin...)

how does the epic voice of beirut come from such a scrawny lil zach condon? it's almost as mind blowing as when you realize that jamie lidell isn't black.

BYEBYE

Winter Formal

So, Saturday night was my first formal!
My only complaint is that it was waaay too short.

the "sexy funeral".




so formal was fun, albeit the too-shortness. although, we are the only ones at fault for that complaint: it took us about forty five minutes of wandering Knott's Berry Farm until we finally found the dance floor.

my grandparent's house is nice. i want to steal it.

that's the waiting room for their bathroom. they have a waiting room for the bathroom. let us pause and absorb this information, think of our plain and waiting room-less bathrooms, and grow envious.

hmm, i rode chieftain today and now i must begin my math homework. je deteste les devoirs algebre! >:(

mais je t'aime! :D


i know, i know, his neck isn't round and my heels aren't down and everything about my form is bad, but he looks pretty, i do say.

and i am out, have nice eves, readers (aka maybe erin and maybe pace)

Formal is afoot

So, I'm still really baffled that Davis somehow won formal king (it's technically "prince" until you're a senior, but king sounds so much more kickass). It has not really registered yet.

This is how it went down: It's French class on Thursday, the last final we have for the week. Everybody is done with their test and a call slip gets delivered. It's for Davis. Now, most of the time, call slips are for confrontations regarding something bad a student did. Everybody knows this, so the obligatory "ooooohhhh davis... busstedd" happens when he went up to get his call slip. He leaves. About ten or fifteen minutes later, he slowly walks back in, with a really confused expression. One guy goes "dude, how was it?" and Davis very timidly replies with a "...fine". I'm just as confused as the expression Davis is wearing, and I ask him what happened. He slowly saunters over to my desk, and after a few moments of silence, goes "... I... am formal king".

...And he got so excited that he fell asleep.

erin tried to wake him up, to no avail

peace out biznatches, next time i write here i'll have formal'd it up

Finals week!

(an artist's professional interpretation of erin and pace)

It's finals week, and everybody says things like "oh, I have my hard finals today, but then the rest are easy" or "I have my hard final tomorrow" -- dude, all of my finals are hard. I'm actually studying. I haven't studied anything this vigorously in... hmm... ever.

But that's okay, because this week ends off with, drumroll, winter formal! i didn't go last year, and I've already dragged my friends down with me into the depths of mainstream and conformity, so why the hell not go the whole way and get dressed up and pay too much money on looking good one night? it should be a blast, I say. The group is davis and I, erin and pace, and michael and katie. It is definitely a small group, but whatever man, at least we're going.

The funniest part about this formal thing is that last week, I rounded up a bunch of people to vote for davis for formal king--it wasn't necessarily a joke, but I knew in the back of my head that he totally wouldn't get nominated. BUT HE DID. HE GOT NOMINATED. If he actually wins, I'm going to cry with joy and in hysterical laughter. King Davis; is that not suiting?

update: DAVIS WON FORMAL KING.
WHAT THE FUCK? :D

i want to do something that takes my breath away

happy christmas eve.

like a pair of black wizards / Dec 17

SHE FOUND THEM!!

mother dearest, she found them. I don't know where. but she did it.
Christmas has been saved.




it's so frigidly cold here (47 degrees farenheit. laugh all you want, non-orange-county-goers; to us it's fucking cold). it's raining so hard that i cannot even visit chief. :(
luckily, i have spore, of montreal, and these delicious peppermint sticks to keep me busy.

Christmas song of the day: Nutcracker Suite - Brian Setzer


anyway, i need to go do math. or at least pretend like i'm doing math.