GSA underway

So today marks the day the girl finally got herself up and apologized to me. Maybe she finally woke up on the right side of the bed. Anyhow, seems as though now the GSA for our school is now pretty much completely finalized minus the principal approval. I dont think it will take long for the approval honestly. That all I have to talk about today.


_____________________________ quote of the day.



"I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word." --Augusten Burroughs[author of Running With Scissors]



My take on it:

"...And that possibility is worth that one word," is the strongest part of that quote, I think if someone would just go out of their way to introduce themself without fear then maybe the world would be a safer place. We wouldnt have all the enemies and fiends over silly little rumors that float around societies because everyone would know everyone.

The Wrath of Ike

Driving down Eldorado and not being able to see 10 feet in front of the car gives me reason to wish I had some sort of homework essay to write. My family is in Covington Louisiana right now, and its scaring the fuck out of me. We up here in North Texas are getting a pretty fair blast of Ike's wrath and they are closer to the eye of the storm than anyone and they didnt evacuate.

Im nervous as hell.

An essay would distract me from the quasi-hurricane blowing through my yard at the moment. I have other things to do, they dont take as much attention though. So Ill sit here pondering over this Pratt catalog and randomly glance up at my lifesize artists model of a human hand. Oh sweet world, what a stupid place.

Not to mention homecoming is already starting to annoy the living shit out of me and its 2 weeks away. Godddd. I want to go to sleep for a week and wake up with the world isnt so overtaken and weak.

Kill Them With Kindness

I sat down and thought today about how much I never really thanked everyone around me for being the people they are. For the last 4 years Ive been around tons of influences (although in the weirdest way) that have shaped me into what I am right now. So during my lunch period, which I never go to seeing as how Im a wallflower I go to my art room, my sanctuary in essence, and start to right a heartfelt letter to my art teacher. She listened to me cry and ramble about my new found medical disease and she told me everything would be okay, even throwing in personal experiences. Having that kind of conversation opened the realization that I felt closer to her than "just a teacher" as I wrote in the letter. Beginning last year after coming out to my parents in late November I broke down and told her everything because she had that aura of being trustworthy. My junior year I had a seperate section of AP Drawing made for me and since I was the only one in the class I think I learned more about this art teacher than anyone would probably ever know and today she opened up even more. I dont think I could ever thank them all enough, or how would even be possible to portray all of my thanks to them.

Pertaining to that topic, my high school has just accepted Rachel's Challenge, which is an organization in memory of Rachel Joy Scott (first victim of Columbine shootings) and I was chosen as one of the leaders for the continuance of the FOR(Friends Of Rachel) organization. Rachel Scott always promoted compassion, kindness, healing and loving; to have been chosen as a leader for that, is astounding because someone actually see's the me I am. She never discriminated and often stood up for the new kids and the disabled when they were taunted by lesser kind classmates. It was a tragedy that her life was taken as the initiation of the Columbine massacre but she herself even knew her life would be cut short. The diary entries she had compacted in the now famous Rachel's Tears journal often immortalized her realizations that she would die young, she stated that "the world we've made will be the cause of my death," and she always held that knowledge with the highest regard and it never bothered her; because she would start that chain reaction that everyone follows now. Thank you Rachel Scott.

Also in perspective, Ive found out whats wrong with my lower stomach, so no more hopeless searching. I have endometriosis and its a good thing it was finally recognized, because I have started treatment already to combat it. High hopes for the future now.

Its naked, tastes good and is juicy...

Dont be nasty ;]] The whole cooler at the local Market Street has a whole shelf assigned for the Naked juicesmoothies. It is absolute heaven on earth.

How to Be An Artist

-stay loose
-learn to watch snails
-plant impossible gardens
-invite someone dangerous to tea
-make little signs that say YES! and post them all over your house
-make friends with freedom & uncertainty
-look forward to dreams
-cry during movies
-swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight
-cultivate moods
-refuse to "be responsible"
-do it for love
-take lots of naps
-give money away
-do it now, the money will follow
-believe in magic
-laugh a lot
-celebrate every gorgeous moment
-take moonbaths
-have wild imaginings, transformative dreams and perfect calm
-draw on the walls
-read everyday
-imagine yourself magic
-giggle with little children
-listen to old people
-open up
-dive in
-be free
-bless yourself
-drive away fear
-play with everything
-entertain your inner child, you are innocent
-build a fort with blankets
-get wet
-hug trees
-write love letters