I'm baaack :)

Sorry it's been so long that I've written anything. Do I have lots to talk about? Eh, I mean I could probably cram a bunch of shit in here, but I don't feel like it and I'm sure no one would care to read it.

Today was my first day back to school from Spring Break. Three letters:

W
T
F

I'm so ready to be done with this garbage. It's remarkable how 7 hours can feel like an eternity. But all in all, today turned out to be a good day because Melisse has decided to go to FSU with me! :D

Also, I had a job interview today and it turns out that by next week I'll be an employed worker for Joanne's Fabrics. :D

So I think that today, I won.

Sober Diet

So, last night was a fucking lame ass night. It was Jon's birthday and it was just completely shitty. So it was agreed upon that tonight would have to be really, really fun to make up for it. It was quite eventful.

I started the day off with a nice lunch at Panera Bread with Melisse and Isabella, and then we went to the mall with Adam and James so that we could take them shopping, and fix their clothes (you know, give them clothes that fit... and have colors). So we did that and then we went to Melisse's house, where I taught Adam how to put contacts in. Then, we started the party when Jon, Brett, Isabella, and James arrived with Rum and Vodka after they'd all gotten high. (I don't know if I've mentioned before but I don't drink or do drugs) So everyone's drinking and having a good time, and then Brett and Adam want to go to Wendy's so I drive them there. They get their food, Brett drinks a cup of Buffalo sauce. Gross.

We head back and Melisse's wasted out of her mind. Her friend's Erica and Nate had come, and they were sober too. Then Melisse got a text from her mom that said she was going to be there soon so Erica, Nate and I cleaned everything up and we decided we'd get everyone to the golf course in Melisse's community. Before we do that Melisse had to pee. I had to help her. I saw her vagina. I don't think she realized though, because she wasn't embarrassed. Her vagina seemed like it was blushing though so who knows.

We get everyone to the golf course. Melisse gets a few texts from her mom about how she's in trouble and needs to come home but Melisse is too drunk so we decide to stop by Walmart and get her some food and water. Not really helpful, and just kind of spat mush all over my car. We drive around a bit trying to sober her up. She vomits and gets sober. I take her home and she seems okay to get in bed.

I pick everyone up from the golf course and they want food so we go to McDonald's. I try to get everyone to put their seat belts on and Adam gets mad at me and starts telling me off. I let him finish and then I give him a few verbal bitch slaps. He stays quiet for a bit and then apologizes.

I get their McDonald's and then drop them off at Isabella's house. I go home and go:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bright side? I've discovered that by not drinking, cleaning up after your friends, carrying them the mile between a golf course and someone's house multiple times, and being the only voice of logic probably burns a lot of calories. I think I'm going to market it. Sober Diet.

For an idea of how drunk Isabella is now, here's what she just IMed me:

xxxxx (1:05:49 AM): jsut because I typoed doewsnt make me drunk
xxxxx (1:05:57 AM): I havenb't been typoing until now ;_;
xxxxx (1:06:02 AM): *haven't
xxxxx (1:06:11 AM): *doesn't

I'm a Winner!

Not in Scholastic or anything as fabulous as that. Nor do I win any money. Whatever, last week I got a Superintendant's award. I'm not really sure what that is, but it was cool, I got a plaque and everything.

Side note: There's this kid Fraser as my school, who's gay, and is kind of cute, and funny. I was kind of interested in him for a bit but I got over it. Anyway, I ran into Fraser's mother and introduced myself, and she said that Fraser had told her a lot about me. Hm.

On Friday I went to Isabella's father's wedding. It was kind of awkward but it was cool. Isabella was a bridesmaid and I kept on making faces at her during the vows, hoping she would laugh. Whenever someone brought up 'true love' I would hold up a dollar bill and she would giggle a bit.

The rest of the weekend was pretty cool, there was a carnival in town. You know what's weird? Carnies.

This week has been kind of lame, but it's almost Friday, which means it's almost Jon's birthday. And Melisse's parents aren't going to be home this weekend so it looks like we have a place to party... and bullshit... and party... and bullshit....

Winner

So last Thursday my friend Melisse was named as a winner of the Scholastic Art and Writing Competition (that contest I was talking about earlier). For those that don't know, it's kind of the biggest competition in art for people our ages. She and I both one Gold Keys (highest honor) at the local level, and then they go on to be judged in New York at the national level. They chose two photography portfolios to be given Gold Keys at the national level, and hers was chosen as number one. For this she gets:
-10,000 dollars
-A free trip to New York to do workshops and meet other artists
-Her work displayed in Carnegie Hall

It's amazing, that she received such an award, and I'm really proud (jealous) of her.

When I told my mother the news her exact words were: "Oh that's great! I guess you didn't win then..." Good ol' mom, boosting the confidence daily. :)

I was robbed!

Today people found out whether or not they won a senior superlative (Best Smile, Most Attractive, Biggest Slut, etc). I was up for Most Artistic and the given, Best Dressed. Since Freshman year I've payed close attention to what I've worn, and I can honestly say I've never "scrubbed" to school or really anywhere for that matter. I don't even own sweatpants. I wear a tie everyday. I wear shoes a size to tight. I haven't worn blue jeans in about a year.

Well, I was voted Most Artistic, and that was nice because I didn't expect to actually get it. I didn't, however, win Best Dressed. I kind of figured I wouldn't though. I got the feeling that the Universe was planning some cosmic irony, and it's all kind of a popularity contest. While I'm a well known guy and well enough liked, I'm not really popular.

Oh well, I guess I'm not bothered really. As someone reminded me "We'll all know who the real best dressed is." Whateva, whateva. I guess I'll go get those sweatpants now... (No, no, no. Never. Ever.)

I am Poor

Okay, I'm not poor. I'll explain in a bit.

Friday I didn't do much. I went to Steak N' Shake with Isabella, Melisse, Adam, and James. Jon, Brett, and this other kid named Josh came too and they were all high from pot brownies. So basically they acted ridiculous and we all ate. Then we all made plans to go to Jon's house, but I decided not to go. I've had a shit load of homework to do this week so I figured I'd probably better get it done over the weekend. And, Jon and his friends are kind of lame when they're high, so I told Adam this and to tell them I was busy and that I'd just see them later. When I got home I got a text from Adam that read:

Josh you were totally right. They being completely retarded right now and not the fun kind of retarded.

Josh is always right :)

Anyway, Saturday was much more exciting. Melisse and I were supposed to go to Boca with my friend Stephanie because she got invited to a party. To put it frankly (which I love doing) Stephanie is ghetto and Melisse and I are very much not. Regardless, I wanted very much to go to Stephanie's party. She told me at the last party she went to some guys were playing beer pong, and then a crew of guys came in, shoved everything off the table and started doing lines of coke. That's something that I feel I need to see. (For the record, I don't do/have never done drugs, nor have I ever drank or been drunk, or even smoked cigarettes) Melisse then informed me that we were invited to a party at our friend Kayleigh's house. So we decided to both.

We got to Kayleigh's and Melisse says to me: "I'm getting drunk. For real." She then proceeded to down in the course of the night two glasses of wine with orange juice, one glass of just wine, two bud lights, and then drank some wine out of the bottle. That's my girl.

Eventually we left Kayleigh's and went to go get Stephanie and meet up with her short friend Marco. Melisse, by this time drunk, declared "This is a midget's house!" upon entering his home. We then drove all the way to Boca to find out the party had been moved. Instead of trying to find out where it had been moved to we decided to just go back to Kayleigh's house.

We got back and Kayleigh was drunk off of her ass. She kept on falling over and screaming. So I kind of walked around taking care of her and Melisse (for example, having to fight a broom away from Kayleigh to sweep up glass from a bottle that Melisse broke), but I didn't really mind. I kept on trying to make sure Melisse would eat, but she refused to eat anything that wasn't healthy. When I tried to get her to eat pizza she said "I'm an ADULT! I don't eat pizza! ONLY HEALTHY FOOD!" so I had to give her carrots. I called Isabella and Adam and got them to come over.

When they arrived they looked at Melisse and Isabella asks "Is Melisse really drunk?" Melisse then proceeded to spit out carrots. By this time, I had also decided it was a good idea to put Kayleigh's weave on my scalp. I looked great, haha ;D. Eventually Melisse started spitting water on herself and went to sleep.

When Adam came over he awkwardly started chatting up this girl he likes, named Missy. She and Isabella convinced him to get drunk, which was fun because he never drinks. He got slightly tipsy. I made sure that Adam asked Missy to hang out with us tomorrow that way he could hang out with her on Valentine's Day.

Sunday, was Valentine's Day and Adam had made plans with Missy to hang out with us at the mall. So Adam texts everyone trying to get them to come to the mall but James and I were the only one's who showed up. So we went to go visit her at work, and convinced her to come hang out with us later.

Then James, Adam and I went to go get something to eat and James asked the question. Every gay guy, at some point, gets asked by his straight friends about their sex life, they're just always a little bit curious.

"Josh... this is gonna' sound really awkward..."

"I'm sure it won't."

"Um... so like are you a giver or a receiver?"

It was kind of cute I guess. Out of my friends I'm actually the only non-virgin, which is kind of cool, I guess? Maybe? I don't know, it doesn't really matter at all.

I ended up taking Melisse out to Falafel Bistro (a Mediterranean place), for dinner for Valentine's Day because we agreed to go on a date. She's an ADULT who only eats HEALTHY so instead of chocolate I brought her a fruit bowl and some bubbles. We had a nice dinner and I told her about all the funny stuff she did when she was drunk because she didn't remember any of it.

Today, I didn't have school because of President's Day. James invited us to go to his private beach resort in Boca (James is a millionaire) so Isabella, Adam, Melisse, and I all went with him. This is when I came to the realization that I am poor.


(Melisse and I, being poor).

It was a really, really, really nice beach resort. However, rich people who live on the beach tend to be fat and have leathery skin, so I guess I'd rather be attractive and young than rich? Eh. The resort had all sorts of things like little beach attendants, and $16 water and croquet and I don't even know.

When we decided to get lunch our bill was $130. That's ridiculous. The food, however, was delicious. We also noticed on the menu that there was ice cream worth $1000. Who pays $1000 for ice cream? Did I mention that the ice cream had on it edible 24kt gold leaf. Yes, apparently people who are rich enough actually eat gold. I, am poor.

All in all though, it was a really fun weekend and I hope next week turns out to be just as good. I'm sure this post is a mile long. Whateva, whateva.

There is No Coming Out Story

Today, a kid in my school, who I'm kind of friends with, got kicked out of his house for being gay. He'd been outed by his brother to his parents, and they just aren't supportive. It reminded me a little bit of how I'd been outed to my parents. They never kicked me out but sometimes I wish they had.

I came to the conclusion that I was gay when I was twelve. I'd always known that I'd liked guys, and I knew that being gay meant you liked guys but I just never thought that I could be gay. Gay was a word that my friends and I used to describe things we didn't like, so in my little head I obviously couldn't be gay.

However, when I was twelve I put two and two together and came to the realization that I was gay. After a little while, I decided that I could tell my two best friends. I told them in school during one period. Well by the next period people were calling my gay and giving me strange looks. It turns out that one of my 'friends', Kyle, had taken the liberty of telling his whole class the next period.

Despite my attempt to fight the rumors, everybody knew anyway. Except for my family. Foolishly enough, I came out to my sister. Immediately she told my parents. Then I had to have a talk with them about how I couldn't be gay, and how it says in the bible that homosexuality isn't allowed. (My parents aren't religious. My mother is Jewish too. I don't know why they even brought it up). Then my brother over heard me talking to my then boyfriend a few weeks later and went and told my parents. And once again I had to have the same talk. After that my parents and I just fought for years and didn't get along. It was around these times that I began to with that they would just kick me out, or even hit me so that I could call Child Protective Services and get out of there. They were never, ever physically abusive and in their defense they didn't know how to deal with the situation, but the emotional toil they put me through was difficult, so much so that now I don't really have very many emotions today.

By the time I was fourteen I had come to terms with it, and by then I would tell most people that I was gay if I was comfortable enough, the exception being family members. However, around the time I started high school my family had become well enough acquainted with the idea. We don't talk about it, but instead of saying "when you get married to a girl," they say "when you get married to a person," which is progress I guess. My mother is the only one who's still rooting for team straight (she asks me if I get girls' numbers -__-). My brother is the only one who's outright said that I was gay, which I guess is pretty cool. And in terms of other people, everyone can figure that I'm gay. And if they can't I correct them.

When it comes down to it, I think my parents would rather I engage in multiple sex partners at once than be gay. I remember once, my friends Carla and Isabella were in my room with me, and my mother was coming in to ask Carla something. We heard whispering to my mother though, saying "Make sure you knock first, just in case."

Just in case what? Just in case I was having sex with both Carla and Isabella? So yeah, progress is a slow thing.

Anyway, the point of this was to say that I don't have a big coming out story. I know a lot of gay blogs have one, or are about guys in the closet or something of that sort; I don't have that to offer. There was never some great epiphanous moment where I told my parents and we hugged and they said they accept me blah, blah, blah. Maybe one day, but probably not.

In other, way, way, way terrible news Alexander McQueen died. He was a really esteemed and important British designer; one of my favorites. Here's a video of one of my favorite collections of all time:



R.I.P.

History.

I've always known I was adopted. From a very young age I could tell. My parents and my siblings are all in love with sports, I hate sports. I'm artistic, my family isn't. I can sign tolerably well, my family isn't allowed to sing 'Happy Birthday.' I'm also much smarter than my family.

Also, I'm black and they're white.

Well, actually, I'm half black and half white. What happened, is my parents had two children naturally, and then they wanted to adopt. That's where I came in:

My birth mother and birth father were having an adulterous affair, and then she got pregnant with me. She couldn't keep me because she already had four other sons (slut ;D), and he couldn't keep me because he didn't want his wife to know about the affair. So I was put on the market and I was adopted, and ever since one day old I've been living with the family I have now.

Perhaps it's possible that my status as an outsider stems from the fact that I've been different from my whole family at birth (obviously there are a few other things aside from the fact that I'm half black, and adopted that make me an outsider, but for now I'll stick to this topic).

My parents have no black friends, nor do my siblings. They're not obviously not against black people or anything, they just don't have any friends who aren't white. It's always amusing when I point this out to my parents, because they get really upset. I think that they try very hard to be socially acceptable.

I remember one time my mother was flipping through a magazine and she goes "Joshua, there are no black people in this magazine!" I hadn't noticed, but I guess there's some sort of buzzer in her head when the media doesn't represent the racial percentages of the country correctly. Who knows?

What's strange though, is that living my entire life around white people, I forget a lot of the time that I'm not white. For example, in my government class when I read about how different races vote and the different statistics, I always group myself with the white people, and have to go back and remind myself. It's not just me though, I've had whole conversations with people and then they stop and say "Oh! I just realized that you're black!"

In their defense I'm quite light skinned. People usually call me "mocha" or "cappuccino" or some other coffee flavor. I also don't act like the stereotypical black person; I'm kind of a grammar nazi and I don't do baggy clothes. Again, outsider.

Every now and then though, I wonder what it would be like to fit in, and be a normal guy... then I remember how perfect I am and make out with myself in the mirror. ;D

Terrence

So I had a pretty good weekend, and a pretty good day today as well. I'll overview.

So Friday, we had a party in honor of my friend Terrence. There wasn't any special reason we were having a party for him, we just kind of felt like it. So we decided that we were all going to dress like him (we all wore sweater vests and glasses) and we all wore Yale stickers (because he got accepted to Yale, because he's a smart mother fucker.) We never ever get to hang out with Terrence on the weekends because he's busy saving the world ("Guys I can't come to the party I'm feeding the homeless today."), however he promised us he'd be at this party.

Of course, he didn't show up. It got to be around 11 at night, and we were tired of waiting and he wasn't answering his phone. So we drove to his neighborhood and looked around trying to find his house. Eventually we found his car and rang his doorbell. His mother called us h00dr4ts. Whateva.

On Saturday I went to an award show for that art competition I submitted to. I ended up winning gold on my portfolio, which is good because it puts me into the running for a scholarship. I was supposed to go to a party with my friend whose parents were out, but she canceled her party. Lame.

Sunday, I slept (almost)literally all day.

Today, was good, in that school was easy and it was just a nice normal day. Then I got home and in the mail I got two letters. One was from the UCF honors college saying that I'd been accepted. I didn't really care but it made my mom happy. Then I got a letter, stating I was a finalist in the National Achievement Scholarship, which means I get money from schools :D (Of course, Terrence also got this Scholarship). So, things turned out pretty well the past few days. Hopefully tomorrow works out too. :D

I'm Back

So, I got back from my college visit yesterday. It was okay. Here's a picture of Isabella and I jumping on the bed of our hotel:


So we started out with my parents, Isabella and I taking a three(?) hour drive to Cocoa Beach, where we stayed with some friends of ours. It was a pretty nice place, but there wasn't much to do. We stayed there from Friday night to Sunday night, and then we drove five or six hours to Tallahassee to look at Florida State University (which is where we're going to college). The campus is really old and nice, it kind of reminds me of boarding school. I also got to see my friend Carla:

(red hair [no she does not always look like Raggedy Anne, this is a new development])

And then we drove five hours down to Orlando to look at the University of Central Florida, which was nice, but I'm not interested in attending. I think my parents want me to go there because it's closer to home (3 hours v.s. 9 hours) but whatever. Then we drove the three hours home.

While I liked seeing the campuses and all, the trip was kind of not fun for me. Mostly, it was Isabella. She was on her period the whole trip, and while she's not a cunty bitch, she just gets kind of antisocial. She was getting texts from James and Jon the whole time she was up here. I didn't really get any texts. It kind of made me feel a little out of sorts.

I had a conversation with Dzyan about it. Basically all of my friends this year, are Isabella and Jon's friends. And for the past while I've felt like Jon is sort of taking my place as a person. I mean it used to be that I was the smart, articulate, cultured one in my circle of friends. But Jon's smarter than me, and is about as articulate and cultured as I am, so now that I'm in his circle of friends I'm kind of lost. I don't even have the gay thing going for me (he's gotten progressively gayer the longer I've known him). He's even started dressing better. I know it's childish, but I sort of feel like he's taking my identity. Another thing, perhaps the most important thing is that I can feel Isabella drifting away from me and closer to him. I guess I get envious, because there are things he can do for her that I can't. He can be caring and sentimental and sweet and I just can't be those things for her. I'm really hoping the situation will work itself out somehow, but for now I'm just going to have to keep quiet. Since, it's definitely something that's all in my head. I don't want to start up drama for no reason.

Anyway, I've taken this Proust Questionnaire so that my readers can get to know me, and I figure if they want to take the time they can comment back with their own answers and then I could get to know them better.

That's all for now.



What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Lots of fame, money and clothes.

What is your greatest fear?
Death.
Or cockroaches/deep sea creatures.


Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Andy Warhol.


Which living person do you most admire?
Vivienne Westwood.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Greed. My inability to feel major emotions.


What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Morals.

What is your greatest extravagance?
My personality. That, or clothes.

On what occasion do you lie?
I almost never say something false with the intention of making someone believe that it's true.

What do you most dislike about your appearance?
I'm not sure. I guess I'm just resigned to the fact that I'm not the most attractive person alive.

When and where were you happiest?
Probably Europe in 2008.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Probably my physical appearance. Or I would make myself be able to say "I love you."

If you could change one thing about your family what would it be?
A few things.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
When I make people laugh.

If you died and came back as a person or thing what do you think it would be?
Probably a socialite.

What is your most treasured possession?
Myself.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Being poor, lonely, and anonymous.

Who are your heroes in real life?

Girls who burp out loud.


What is it that you most dislike?
Social conventions that make people uncomfortable.


How would you like to die?

Never ever.

What is your motto?
It doesn't matter what you do because you die anyway.

"Vacation"

So my parents have forced me to go look at colleges. I already know what college I'm going to, so I don't really see this trip as necessary, but my mom started saying something about "our last family trip together before I go off to college," so I just said whatever. At least I got to bring Isabella along.

Anyway, any ability to go online and update is limited. I do have some stuff to talk about when I get back. As Octavius has said, it's my blog to bitch away on, so bitch I shall ;D

Anyway, I guess I'll update later.

Mood Swings

Sorry I haven't updated in a few days. My internet went out, and I just got it back yesterday. Pretty much my weekend was the usual, I hung out with my friends, we mostly stayed in and played Rock Band.

Unfortunately, Jon's been getting on my nerves more and more. He's really moody, and it's just annoying have to work around his moods every weekend. I kind of think it's just me being me, but even he acknowledges that he's been "Queen of Mood Swings."

Isabella is constantly reminding me that Jon and I are similar, which I don't like. I mean, I know we share a lot of traits, but I'd like to think I'm a more positive, less moody person. Hopefully.

One of the things I like most about my blog is that none of my friends know about it, so I can talk freely without being pressured not to hurt anyone's feelings.

Whatever, anyway, tomorrow I get out of school early for a field trip. That art contest I submitted to last week is doing a showing of all the pieces so I might be able to see if I won anything. Here's hoping. A few of my friends submitted too, and I really hope that they won. I won something last year and it's really uplifting to have your work recognized and appreciated.

Well, I guess that's it for now. Perhaps I'll have something real to say tomorrow, instead of bitching.

Oh, P.S., the new Owen Pallett album came out last week. If you haven't heard it, look it up, it's really good I promise.

Also

Also, I figured I'd give a description of my friends, so that when I talk about them anyone reading this isn't totally lost. Okay, here goes:


Isabella (Wrinkles): I've known her since I was 11, so about seven years. We weren't really good friends until freshman year. She was a really big mess back then, and so I sort of told her that I was going to fix her, and now she's stylish and beautiful. And almost a real person. I call her Wrinkles just because I thought the name was cute. Anyway, she's really thin and she has long brown hair. She's Brazilian and she speaks Portuguese, Spanish and English. She says silly things a lot of the time and she's often the butt of every joke. I also have this really creepy ability to know exactly what she's thinking before she even thinks it. I guess you could say she's my best friend.

Carla: Carla's a really strong minded girl, who I became friends with my Freshman year. We often think and say the exact same things (we call each other brain twins, I know it's stupid. It's from a book, don't judge). Anyway, she's at college now, which I think is for the best because she and I were getting into a lot of fights over the summer. I think it's because we both try and push each other to be people we're not.

Kelsey: I also met her in my Freshman year. She's really ridiculous and dresses really strangely, but she's a lot of fun. Well, most of the time. She's got severe anxiety/stress issues and is bipolar so sometimes she's not that fun to be around.

Melisse: She's a really funny girl and she has a bushy head of blonde curls. She has a problem with saying things before she thinks about it, which usually lends itself to hilarious results.

Jon: Jon is Isabella's boyfriend. We play this game though where we tell people that I'm Jon's boyfriend, or that he, Isabella and I are all dating, (people still aren't sure if it's true or not). He also kisses me sometimes (not behind Isabella's back or anything, we're always polite enough to do it in front of her ;D). It's kind of weird, but I guess it's nice to at least have a guy pretend that he's into me.

Terrence: Terrence is really fun. He and I often quote ghetto black girls together. He's a really genuinely nice person, and is probably the antithesis of me (I'm heartless and evil). Everyone thinks that he's gay except for him. People also say that he has a crush on me, but he thinks he's straight. He's kind of the most flamboyant guy I've ever met though. Ever. I think he's just hiding his real feelings because he's a strict Baptist. (He was convinced that sexuality is a choice until I convinced him otherwise).

James: James is the most kind hearted person I've ever met in the whole world. He's really generous and giving. And he's rich. :)

Adam: The most awkward person ever.

That was a lot more than I planned on writing. But hopefully you guys will have an idea of who I'm talking about when I say these names now.

Why Me?

For whatever reason I don't seem to be able to comment on anyone's profile, not even my own. I was going to respond to the comments on my last post but whenever I post a comment it just doesn't show up. Is there a way to fix this problem that anyone knows of? Well, if not I just want to say thanks for the comments on my last post, they're really motivating.

So this week was the start of mid-terms. I actually like mid-terms week, because it means we get out of school at 11:40 instead of 2:40 and it also means that I don't have to go to school on Friday because I'm a boss and I exempted both of the finals that I had that day.

Unfortunately, today was a stressful day because my Art and Photo teachers sprung horrible news on me. So, today when I finished my Photography final I went up to my teacher and she told me that the portfolio I planned on submitting to an art competition wouldn't qualify. The problem was that the work I had was technically mixed media (which means I used a bunch of different things like ink, paint, cutouts, pencil, etc. to make my composition). However, the pieces were in a journal, and to submit them I would have to cut them out of the journal, or submit the whole journal, neither of which I wanted to do. So my teacher and I had planned on scanning them and then printing the scans. The problem with this is that when I scan them they no longer become mixed media and instead they become a print. I couldn't really cut out my compositions because they were back to back, which means that some of them would be covered up/lost if I did so. My art teacher suggested I make a mobile (have them hang from the ceiling and submit it as a 3-D sculpture), but I hated that idea. If I presented it as a mobile, it means that I would have to submit it as a single piece rather than a portfolio. In the competition only portfolio's can make an applicant eligible for scholarships, and I want a scholarship.

Because of this I had to go home and make the executive decision to cut out the compositions, and use the ones I could, even though it meant that I would lose some of my pieces. Then I had to come up with two new pieces. So I got home at 12:30 and worked like crazy to get two new pieces done before 4:00 when my photo teacher said I had to have them into her by. I got there at 4:00 but she was gone. Luckily, my art teacher was there, and she told me I could just bring them in tomorrow. Kill me. (Here's an example of one of the pieces I made, so you can kind of get an idea of what I'm talking about.)

In better news, the new Vampire Weekend album came out yesterday. It's really good, although it did take some time to get used to because it's a bit different from their last album. Another thing I really like about them is that in addition to being really good musically, they're really stylish.




Definite style influences. One of these days, I'll stop being lazy and I'll start taking pictures of my own outfits and this can be a real style blog. One of these days...

Fuck Homework

Okay, I should probably be studying for my math test tomorrow but I don't feel like it. :)

I said on Wednesday that I would blog later in the day, but that never happened. I guess it was easy to not feel obligated because I had no followers, but thanks to Dzyan (who I had a wonderful conversation with on AIM) I have three now, so now I'll have to start sticking to my word. I guess I'll just recap my week starting from where I left off.

Wednesday was a very fun day actually. I got to hang out with Tay and her mom, B (she's hilarious regardless of her age) who are two friends of mine that I don't get to see very often. So after school I was driving with Tay and she gets a call from B saying that her son, Aiden, got in trouble at school today. When Tay asked why, B said that "the teacher found Aiden with his pants down dancing around with his penis out." B then started calling her son 'my little meatspin'(link NSFW at all). Like I said, she's hilarious.

On Thursday I went to go see the movie Precious which was really fantastic. I went to go see it with my mom; she wanted to spend time together because my dad left for business I guess.

On Friday my mom let me sign out early from school which was good because I wasn't really in the mood for my Literature class. It's not that it's hard, it's just that I don't really feel like doing the work or taking the daily tests. I mean, we get a test every day and then the grades don't even count, so I'm not taking it seriously right now. I went home and I went to sleep(Exciting right?!).

Saturday I hung out with Isabella and Jon and some other friends (Adam, James, and Melisse). We met up at Panera bread and then went to Jon's house to play some rock band. We had a really good time, until we stopped playing rock band and decided to watch the movie Sideways for whatever reason. It's one of the worst movies I've ever seen. Ever.

Ever.

But at least rock band was fun. It hurts my throat though from all the 'singing' that I do.

Anyway, today was my Dad's birthday, so I didn't really live the house because I thought it would be a dick move to go hang out with friends and not him on his birthday. I kind of just sat in the living room with him while he watched sports. I ended up finishing a book I was reading and was able to start another one for my Lit class.

I also rediscovered an old editorial in GQ featuring Hunter Parrish, who is insanely cute:





So that was kind of inspiring, and maybe I'll be able to put together an outfit tomorrow without tearing apart my whole wardrobe like I did all of last week.

Anyway, that's all. Back to studying for math.

(And thank you again to Dzyan for the help.)

School Sucks

So I'm sitting in yearbook (it was an accident, don't judge) with nothing to do, so I figured I'd come on here. It's freezing, but I guess it's not as cold today as it was yesterday as the day before. Btw, freezing in Florida means 45 degrees.

I guess the good thing about the weather is that I can wear more layers and stuff, and finally wear some of my scarves and gloves. I just got out of Psychology. It's an AP class but it's still kind of retarded. Today the teacher had to spell out 'K-N-O-W' for us, just in case we forgot the difference between 'no' and 'know.' All of our homework in that class is dumb too. Not because of the actual work assigned, but just because she gives us the answers and I don't know, it's just silly.

Now Isabella's mad at me because I'm not paying attention to some story she's telling me. I guess I'll write again later today.

Back to School

Today was the end of winter break and the first day of school. It wasn't so horrible, it just kind of seemed to last forever. And ever.

Actually, it only seemed long during the first two periods, (Art and Government respectively). After that it kind of went by fast enough.

I went home and went to sleep. The routine starts again.