See What Sticks

So I've been looking through my dad's copy of Gods and Goddesses in Art and Legend by Herman J. Wechsler, and you know, I kinda think that the masters got it right in their paintings.  I mean, these paintings are legend- they are the epitome of beauty and grace, who Bottichelli and so many others thought lovely enough to spend their skills on and make into masterpieces, and I think I really want copies of some of these paintings, because I think there's something beautiful in celebrating the human body instea of hiding it.

I mean, I'm not saying that everyone should run around naked and refuse to wear clothing, but at the same time, I don't think anyone should look at another person and think themselves more attractive.  Because the women whose images are entombed in these paintings weren't skinny or model-like.  They were curvy and such, but they were comfortable with themselves.  They knew their bodies and appriciated their flaws as much as they did their beauty because it made them unique.  And while I'm sure at some point I'll look at someone and go, 'damn, what bus hit them?' (I know, I'm incredibly cruel), but at the same time, maybe that girl has accepted that she doesn't look good to some people, and in accepting that she knows who she is and who she isn't and can present her true personality instead of using her looks to bolster the images others have of her.

And maybe she's a more honest and good person for it.

Well, today was certainly an experience.  It's been a while since I've had such a full weekend, even with my tenth grade year starting and being in AP History. 

First, PYPO started again today, and we had seating auditions.  Mine was a little akward.  First I walked in and realized I forgot some of my music, so the girl behind me did her audition while I got all my stuff together.  Then, I went in, played my songs, and then had to play another one again, though I don't know why- which makes me a little nervous.  But, it's done with, so that's that.  Then Danielle and I went from there straight to the Old Economy Harvest Festival, where we and a few others volunteered for Key Club.  Chan-chan milked a fake cow, and Danielle took over for her.  Meg watched the sheep, Savanna made butter and bread, and me?  I made sausages out of pig intestine and ground pork.  Oh yes, it was a delicious as it sounds :P  But luckily we were outdoors, so the smell didn't bother me, and the guy who was leading it was extremely nice, and I had fun despite the situation.

Now, at 6:30, my mom and I are picking Danielle up, and we're meeting up with a few other friends to go see the new movie Nine, after which Danielle's mom is going to drive us back to her house, where I'm sleeping over.  So, it's no suprise that I haven't had a chance to study for my first AP test on Monday.  Speaking of AP...

I WON THE ADMISSIONS GAME!

The admissions game is basically everyone in the class pretends to be a founding father, and we go in front of the class and give a brief speech about our lives, than answer questions from the rest of the class.  Supposely, we are applying to a fictional university as the founding father, and we have to defend why were are the best choice for admittance.  I was Roger Sherman (he wasn't my first choice- Alexander Hamilton was, but I'm so glad I got Sherman instead), and I think I defended myself really well, especially with Jeff, who was asking questions that were impossible to answer.  So the next day we did a vote (everyone could vote for three people to admit) and even without voting for myself I was one of the three, so on the 140 point test tomorrow, I can skip 12 mutiple choice questions in a row!

Watch I get a 12/140 on the test -.-

This class has really got me thinking- about world views, about my views, and where I want to stand in life.  I've looked at the different definitions of political parties, started watching the news, and I've been keeping up with my subscription to TIME Magazine, but I always seem to feel that I'm not getting the whole story.  It seems impossible to find a dependable news source that isn't coloring everything with their own opinions.  But for now, I'd say leaning towards a lean Republican.  I'm not sure where I go with that, I mean I support things on both sides, but its seems I have more in common with the conservatives.

I just saw the embed button, and I want to show this absolutely hilarious video.  It's LotR slash between Aragorn and Legolas (another of my fav couples) and it's in Polish!

Okay, maybe the header somehow managed to convey a fraction of my excitement, but I doubt it.  I'm excited to the point of puking.  I've actually been trying to eat healthy to drop some weight in preparation.  And believe it or not, I'm actually looking forward to the 10 hour road trip stuck with my siblings since in the end it will get me to...

ORLANDO, FLORIDA FOR A DISNEY CARIBBEAN CRUISE!!!!!

omg, omg, omg, omg, omg, omg, omg!  I'm pretty sure the last time I was on a boat was for the tourist glass-bottom boats in Key Largo (where my grandma lives, LUCKY!) and you're not allowed outside on the deck for most of the rides.  Now, instead I get to spend 2 days in Orlando while we get prepared and 7 days on board, exciting myself stupid.  And of course, how could a cruise get any better than to be a Disney cruise! 

I think Magic Kingdom and such sorta lost some of its fantasy appeal since I've gotten older, simply because now that I've become accustomed to the splendor of the parks, I look more at the people operating the rides who look like they'd give anything to just turn off the rollercoaster at the top of the hill and leave it there.  But now this is like a second Disney I haven't been able to see yet, and I'm hoping that maybe I'll be so distracted by the splendor of it, that I can hang onto that little piece of childish happiness since I'll most likely never be able to go back and look at it more cynically.

Sometimes I wonder if I really have escaped all the discrimination I thought I did.  My dad comes from a deeply Southern family, and every some we went to visit, I hated just about all of them.  With the exception of my nanny (dad's mom) and a cousin or two, the rest of them struck me as filthy, unforgiving jackasses.  However, recently with the who Obama election and all the new bills being pushed through Congress, I'm not so sure that the disease hasn't spread to my own family.

Right now, my dad is downstairs telling my little brother about the evils of the Muslim.  Any Muslim.  Every Muslim.  Apparently, they are all out to get us and won't stop until all the 'infidel' are dead.  I'm not nearly so stupid as to think that there isn't a large population of people who want to kill us all.  But I do know that they aren't under the title 'Muslim.'  They are under the name Al Quida and such.

But my dad doesn't believe that.  The way he talks, you'd think anyone who went to a mosque was actually having a secret meeting to destory America.

It's disheartening.

I just got an email from my cousin Cynthia, who was at the concert yesterday but (unlike me, luckily) she was forced to sit through the entire thing.  She sent me a recording of parts of the show that she took wither her camera, and let me tell you, this whole 'Music in Our Schools' month thing was obviously commissioned by either a blissfully ignorant parent, or some malicious demon (it seems to me they go hand-in-hand).  Just listening the recordings of all these little kids blowing as hard as they can on their rented trumpets was enough to make me wonder if I would have to have my eardrums sutured closed again. 

I feel so bad for them, because their pretty much split into two groups: the kids that know how bad they sound and dont want to be onstage, or this kids that are convinced that they are going to be the next Howard Ashman and try to write their own songs as they go.  I was talking to my Middle school orchestra instructor (who is the coolest teacher EVER!!!!) and he was telling me this story about how one of his sixth grade student had approached him and offered to "spice up some of the parts" for him.

Anyways, I've been spending a lot of today updating my Bleach status, so right now I'm in the 80s, smack dab in the middle of the Bounto arc.  WILL IT NEVER END???  Omg, this had better have som kind of contribution to the plotline or I'm going to flip.  InuYasha did that a lot to, but at least it eventually looped back to the main plot.  That's one thing Bleach lacks, though I do love their characters a lot more: they're just more original.  What can I say?  I just love all the Captains <3 <3 <3

Well, today has not been one of my most shining.   Or, yesterday either, because on my way to my orchestra concert(who even schedules those on a Saturday?  It's almost ASKING for a mutinity) I fell down a very long, very hard, very inconviniently placed set of steps and landed on my right ankle.  So, I limped to the car, hobbled through the concert, and have spent my remaining free time w/ my foot propped up with an icepack.  I'm gonna go complain to the octor tomorrow (maybe if I annoy him enough, I'll miss all of school tomorrow instead of just the few classes :D

So right now I'm camped in my back tv room watching my sister redesign her MySims Kingdom house for the fifth time today just because she doesn't want to let me on (this is revenge for making her listen to a Bleach playlist in japanese).  And I'm BOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRED -.-

Well, I've finally made it back to my blog, and I know it's been ages, which is something I feel really guilty about.  But on the plus side, I'm finally past my midterms, so I'm not the moble anti-phychotic package I was a few weeks ago, and today in HR, I got my semester reportcard, and I had all A's except for an 82% in stupidmotherfucking geometry.

But that's okay.  Because geometry sucks.

Also, suprise surprise, my mental ex-boyfriend strkes again!  I have to admit, for a while, it was getting better.  We were talking to each other without hostility after he appologized for telling me he was going to kill me and I appoligized for opening the door with my brother's fake gun (my dad keeps the real ones locked away when he's not supervising their usage.  Like that would really help anyone if you were being attacked) held to his face when he stopped by my house when I was home alone. 

I wouldn't let him in the house, so he stood out on my porch while he appologized before leaving.  Which was creepy.  So we were cool until first period Monday, when he asked me out again, saying that "since we were fighting about such silly things before, I thought maybe we could start over."  Which kinda ticked me off.  We broke up because he was lying through his teeth to me and then death-threatened me, so it pissed me off that he was just brushing it off like that.  So I told him that I felt we really didn't even know each other that well.

The next day I was sitting in my seat reading and he comes over and goes "So you're not even going to talk to me now?" and I said "What's there to discuss?" because really, what am I supposed to say?  So he sits down and whispers to his friend

"There's another person who won't give me a chance."

I WON'T GIVE HIM A CHANCE??? IM one of the only people to even talk to him since last year.  I gave him a chance to fess up and just tell me the truth.  I let him appologise and talked to him again, even after he threatened to kill me, and I"M the one who's being unfair?

You've got to be shitting me.

I am so mad at the universe right now.  And I don't mean I'm mad at the people: no, I am mad at the cosmos for ripping me off and screwing up life as I know it.  When someone lies, they are supposed to become ensnared within their own webs.  Their life is supposed to come crashing down on them and everything is supposed to suck.  It is the plot of movies, it is the basis of a religion, it is the frickin' definition of karma.

But no.  No, the stars have decided that I am not good enough to be spared this small nicety.  No instead I am apparently deplored enough that everything is backwards.  Instead of the liar being caught, I'm not in a hole that I can't get out of.  But maybe I should clarify.

My boyfriend is a physco.  Well, ex-boyfriend as of this morning.  He is a physco as of this afternoon.  He was a liar as of two weeks ago.  And he was a deliquent as of last year.  Tch, yeah, doesn't that say so much about my taste?  Well, the thing he was lying about was so absolutely ridiculous that it took me two weeks to finally call him on it.  I mean, it was just so abstract and unbelievable that I couldn't even take it in.  This is how it goes.

My boyfriend is a royal relative of the Canadian queen.  His father is a diplomat sent by Parliment to the US and has a huge hand in the gold business.  Recently, one of the planes carrying a load if ILLEGAL, STOLEN gold crashed into Lake Michigan.  My boyfriend, in order to succeed his father when he comes of age, must prove himself to the government and figure out a way to recover the plane.  However, when he told the government that he doesn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, he was stripped of his title and now no longer has access to royal treasury.

The above in red is a figment of my ex-boyfriend's stupidity.  Here is the truth.

My ex-boyfriend has no connections to Canada other than he lived there for a while when he was two.  His father is not a diplomat: google and the rest of the planet has never heard of Michael Behm.  There is no gold.  The supposed valuable sample he showed me in his locker is a jar of glitter.  No parent would be foolish enough to give that kind of money to their 15 yr old deliquent to safeguard.  My ex-boyfriend is still attempting to keep up this faccade with me.  And here's the best part.

My ex-boyfriend threatened to kill me if I revealed the above in red to anyone. 

Yeah.  He came up to me after class in fifth period today and said, with this absolutely terrifying look on his face, "I can't convince you to believe me, but if you tell anyone, I'll kill you."

Now here's some background bio on my ex.  Last year, he attacked a kid with a knife.  Then, when he realized that the school cameras had caught it on tape, he broke into the school and stole the tapes.  When he was caught, he attacked the teacher on duty.  He was absent the rest of last year.  Now, I hadn't found out a lot of this until recently.  I'd heard that he'd been suspended for a while for getting into a fight with someone.  Whenever I brought it up to him, he would just say,"Yeah, I did some stupid stuff last year, so now I'll have to live with it." 

I figured, Wow, he's trying to work past it and earn himself a better reputation. And I was impressed, which is one of the reasons I agreed to date him when he asked.  He was willing to admit his mistakes and try to fix them.  Now, I feel like an idiot.  He was using that Canada story to get me to hide stolen items for him under the guise of keeping them safe from being collected by the government who suspected his family of stealing the 'gold'.

I never really believed his story at all.  It was complete bull from the beginning, but I went along with it.  Why?  Because I thought he was going somewhere with it.  I thought it was some sort of pretense to reveal something else, like when you go, "I know a guy..." when you're actually talking about yourself.  But when he showed me a handwritten letter that was supposedly from the queen of merry old england (it was typed on computer paper with a pasted candaian flag and was signed in a handwriting that looked suspiciously familiar.  There was no seal, no postmarks, and it was only a couple lines long saying that he had been stripped of his royal title) that I became insulted.  Did he really think I was this gullible?  So this morning, I broke up with him.

"Listen, Don, I really can't honestly say I believe the stuff you've been telling me."

"Well, if you don't believe me, then I can't do anything to change that.  It's your problem."

"You're right it's my problem.  So I'm resolving it. I don't think we should be together if I can't trust you."

"Fine!  Then we're not together!"  And he stormed off to period one. I have that class with him, in fact I sit right behind him because our health teacher knew we were dating and tried to be nice and put me behind him and between his two best friends.

Yeah... so instead I moved back to an empty seat so I wasn't so near them.  And I mean, he didn't show any open hostility, in fact, he was doing so light joking about be single again, and I thought, Thank god he's taking it so well.  So the rest of the day, I was in such a great mood.  I'd lost 160 pounds of physcosis.  And then he came up to me in fifth period.

I'd like to say that I took it with grace and used a snappy comeback.  But the truth is, it scared the shit out of me, and I was stumbling over my words when I answerd, "Are you trying to give me ammunition to sue your ass?" which was met with an arrogant smile and "Yeah, you go ahead and try."

I went off to sixth period in an absolute state, asking to go to the guidance office and used their phone.  And I called my dad and told him the whole thing. 

About an hour ago, he taught me how to shoot a gun. 

Okay, so today could not have been more twisted, not even if Marilyn Manson himself was leading it.  First period, I had gym class.  In this so called "PE" class, we're currently doing swimming, which I would normally be estatic about.  And I was- until it happened.  The teacher offered me something to tempting to refuse: extra credit. A LOT of extra credit in exchange for taking the heathens that were her first period class off her hands for a few days.  She gave me a list of topics I would have to get through with the class, and the deal was that I would teach them to the class and in exchange I would have like, a 200% in gym.  Which to me, meant that when it was time to run our graded mile later next week, even if I failed (which I will) I would have that cushy number to fall back on. 

And then I had to teach.

At first, I came into this  as 'I am one of the best swimmers in my grade.  I have won competitions by lengths, even in the 200 freestyle.  I know what I'm going to do.  I have a plan.  I will teach these poor, literally floundering souls to swim!'  So I marched out, gave everyone a leg floaty, and had them line up along the wall.  That was about when reality kicked in.  I was asked my first question.

"Where does this thing go?"

It was the stupidest question I had ever heard.  Where did it go?  Where else could it go but between your thighs???  But I kept cool, and I demonstrated so that everyone knew which way and where the floaty went.  Then I had them do a drill.  One drill: thumb trace.  One of the simplest ones I could come up with, something I'd been taught to do in second grade in about ten minutes, and I still remembered it.  So they lined up, and on my command, they all leapt into action.

It was absolute chaos.

People were running into each other, the lane dividers, and in some cases the wall.  One kid who was exceptionally heavy and wearing flippers kicked the football player behind him in the face.  Another girl a few lanes over was screaming because he swim cap came off and her hairstyle was being ruined by the spray of water around her.  As if they were all tuned in to listen for the distress of a fellow bitch, the others began popping out of the water and trying to run through the water to her, armed with extra bobby pins and reassuring her that they had any variety of hairspray back in the locker room. 

So I stopped them all, let the football players do a race as to who could remove their lane ropes the fastest, then had everyone get out of the pool and stand behind the blocks, but not on them.  Then I had them begin the drills again so that they weren't running into each other when they all tried to go at once.  Which worked well for the next few drills.  Then the football players got bored.

And it was hell.  I won't go into detail now, but by the end of it they had to swim and extra four laps and I am being called 'bitch' by the rest of the team every time I turn around.  But I'm to angry about it to care.  If they think that they can say 'my ankle hurts' and I'll let them sit out just because they're on the team and are about three times my weight.  I could whip their pansy asses in the water, I am in my fucking element.  And they know it.  So when I gave their quarterback the option of swimming extra laps or going in a relay aginst me, he chose the laps.

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Wow, it's has been an insanely long time since I updated this blog.  I've been of perverting, to be honest.  And from it all, I've discovered some extremely insane obsession.  The first being:

the Gorillaz band.  I've bought their Demon Days CD, listened to every song thrice over, and hum it when my brother finally bursts into tears and begs me to stop singing.  And within this obsession comes another one:  the slash pairing of 2D/Murdoc

Gorillaz___2D_and_Murdoc_by_kreugan

OMG DELICIOUS!!!!  They are one of the hottest couples ever, and cannot be conviced otherwise.  After scouring the web for every fanfic and fanart of them I can find, I finally moved on to one of my weekend homework assignments: and essay on Lewis and Clark (I'll post it later and we can all evaluated whether or not I got a passing grade).  So I was googling them and what did I happen upon?  I little blog comment mentioning a Lewis and CLark book that had a slashy undertone.  So I googled it and happened upon a livejournal group that wrote historical slash fanfics, and there it was- one about Lewis and Clark.  And I read it and decided I liiiikkkkeee  twisting history to fit my sick mind.  It's fun :3

So now I'm waiting for my essay to print so that I can proof it, and at the same time I was watching the Gorillaz Clint Eastwood video on youtube.

Then I tried to draw 2D using the computer Paint (which we all know is impossible to draw on until your subjects in made completely of boxes... or maybe I just suck at drawing). But here's how that came out:

2D- Clint Eastwood

Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh, NO ONE COMMENT ON THAT.  I'll eat you. 

Oh, in case you haven't noticed, I have rediscovered the little tabs that let me insert things :D and I'm having fuuun.  So anyways, I also have an update on the school front.  The first being that we're doing (it's so ironic I can barely handle it) SWIMMING in gym!  Does that bring up some fond memories?  WELL IT HAD BETTER NOT *chomps on your head*!!!  The cool think is though that I am litterally the best swimmer in the class, so maybe I'll earn myself some respect before we have to go to track.  I can't run the mile to save my life.  Apparently I can't be fit unless gravity is reduced. Damn.

Seccondly, (and I don't know if I mentioned this before) but I am in high school this year, so that's pretty intense- yet needlessly tiring at the same time.  Geometry sucks, biology is confusing, and spanish is a pain, but it's getting better- but I've probably just jinxed myself.