Good morning, Journal! The Earth says, "hello!"
Many things happened since I've posted!
Or, rather, since I've elaborated on how my life's going.
So here's a quick(ish) run-down.
Firstly, I visited the diRosa gallery today with Brinny, but not Kata, 'cause she's sick (KATA! YOU'RE SICK!). Ruth (the Art Docent who is helping us plan and study so WE can be docents) lent us this book written by Rene diRosa himself, with commentary on most of the art, if not all of it. And we went on another tour of the main gallery. And she also gave us tonsa food, so I have like, twelve bananas at my house and a few whale backs worth of crackers. What the hell?
Alright, and Amanda's visiting us. If you didn't already know Amanda lives in Texas, quite definately against her will. She's probably the artiest kid in Houston- and yes, she lives in Houston! Poor dear. She's going back Thursday morn.
Saturday, she slept over, and we watched 50 First Dates. My little sister had two friends sleeping over, who, combining their forces to construct a WMD, MASS DESTROYED THE HOUSE. Like, all of Sunday, I was watching them, cleaning up after them and baking/playing with them. Auuughhh and Jenny still managed to cut her finger. Ugh ugh ugh. I'll stop complaining, I'm just.. releived it's OVER.
So that story boils down to this: I didn't get my math done, I have an F in fucking Geometry (yes, I'd have to say the blame is probably mine)... while I'm at it, lemme just spill that I have no grade higher than a B in my non Journalism/VFA periods. Fuck school- this makes me feel like I'm saying fuck responsibility. I don't think I'm an irresponsible person. I believe I'm being lazy right now, almost legarthic, and I believe that after seeing how badly I'm doing, I've given up. Just given up to a point where my subconscious would rather make Zines and write and do art and go for walks, and do all the things I want to do, rather than work on learning anything that takes effort and devotion to a system of education that doesn't work for me naturally. Seriously, is there another world I can travel to where everything is... smaller? Where I don't need to know certain things, but if I want to learn them badly enough, I can? It's not working, for me, to spend my time doing whatever the fuck I want to and still, in my heart and mind, be devoted to the idea that I'm a good student. Education is important... I love to learn. The euphoria that comes when I have epiphanies is one of my FAAAVORITE feelings. I like math sometimes, I like the concepts behind Biology, English used to be my one true love (we divorced in the beginning of ninth grade), and Language... is FUN... I want to take Yoga... I'm not- fuck, I am lazy, aren't I? But just right now. Not always. I sure hope no one's actually reading this anymore, because if they are, I pity them and admire them and of course I'm leaving it in, ugh ugh ugh.
Also, I've been trying to take care of the cats- it's way too cold for them out there when night falls. It's just too bad they aren't housetrained, and they keep waking up my family an hour too early. :) Hehe.
I've discovered a love for dishwashing. I'm now the perpetual plate scrubber- no one in the house does dishes aside form me.
It lets me feel responsible, in liew of the feeling coming from good grades...
What stress. Ohhh goddd. And I haven't been sleeping really, and I'm still cycling stupidly syptoopiddstupidydumb bumb balls.