Monday, November 11, 2013

Something I drew

So I'm super into tan paper. It doesn't sound too special but it makes you feel so much more legit. Everything I draw on tan paper is really professional, I promise. Including this...? Sure. 
I've been trying to draw more. As yall know I watch a lot of TV, which is a huge waste of time, so I might as well waste my time actually doing something. I feel like I'm being productive when I draw, even if it is just another method of procrastination.
So there. I'm thinking of renaming the blog Procrastination, because literally this whole thing is just documenting me and my procrastination. Blogging is procrastination itself. So yup.
That's been said. Gotta go study.... (jokes).

Sunday, November 10, 2013

The lifestyle of procrastination

I recently realized that my habit of procrastination had gone one step too far. I'm literally distracting myself from my distractions by looking for other things to distract me.
Now that sentence might have been confusing for someone who doesn't understand the art of procrastination, so let me give an example. I was watching a korean drama (a historical one where the people wear the awesome hats and the badass robes) and I paused the video and went on buzzfeed to go look at stuff to.... enrich myself? Sure. And then I was like "I'll go back to the video after I'm done looking for other stuff". I procrastinate on my procrastination.
But as I realized how far my procrastination had gone I also realized that I didn't want to stop procrastinating. I am procrastination. I read on the internet that procrastination becomes a lifestyle, and yes, it has become my lifestyle. Maybe it's a bad thing. But guys (sniff, sniff), this is the real me. Don't judge. I was thinking about it, and I'm pretty sure that procrastination makes you more laid back, less stressed out. I have never seen someone who procrastinates be stressed on a regular basis, leave that for the people who try to hard.
I'll put some websites of procrastination below so that anyone who wants to join me in the spiritual journey of procrastination can do so no prob:

Stumbleupon
BuzzFeed
Designboom
allkpop (K-pop, just a warning)
Seoulbeats (Korean, but pretty interesting)
illusion
etsy
tumblr
facebook
hulu
movshare

So go ahead guys, come join me.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Indie Movies

I hate doing this, I really do. I hate being that person to type in "best indie movies" or "best movies Sundance 2013" into google. But I am that person. Or I have become that person.
It's not because I'm being pretentious and I think the only good movies are the ones with low budgets, maybe because that makes them more pure and unaffected by other goals, such as, earning money. I feel like people hate stuff that earns money, or that has the specific goal of money making in mind. I have nothing against hollywood movies or whatever, but in general I'm not a movie person. I'm more of a TV person, cuz TV goes on forever, for 8 seasons sometimes, and it never ends so you always have something to distract yourself with. It's great.
Movies aren't gratifying in the same way as TV is. Sometimes you watch TV just to waste time, and it doesn't matter exactly what you're watching because it's kind of entertaining and whatever. No, for movies you can't just want random ones and hope for the best. Because movies can be incredibly boring. Like super super boring, so you have to pick the right ones to watch. And maybe it's because I'm trying filter out a thing I have with quirky characters and douchy pretentiousness, I have to watch Indie movies. I HAVE TO. I just feel like they have so much more soul and character than some of the other movies out there, and maybe more of a personal feeling. I guess I feel connected to these movies (seriously not in an obnoxious way), but maybe it's because I haven't watched enough movies to compare it to anything.
So yes, I might create a movie list in the near future, because everyone wants my suggestions... am I right guys?

Thursday, October 17, 2013

K-pop lyrics needs makeover

I dabble a bit in k-pop in my free time (all my free time), and there's been one thing that's really been bothering me in the k-pop world. This song, and these awful lyrics posted below. One major rule of k-pop is to never NEVER look up the lyrics because you'll hate yourself and your music taste and music in general once you understand the content of what you've been listening to. When I listen to music in english (which by the way I am a native speaker of, incase you couldn't tell because of my lacking grammar and stuff) the lyrics affect how I evaluate a song, but lyrics in korean don't really matter to me. 
So the song posted below is by a relatively new k-pop band that debuted a year ago, named EXO. EXO Planet is where the twelve members of the group came from, because their whole concept is that they're aliens, and they have supernatural powers.....and yeah. Good stuff. Anyway, the company they're from isn't known for necessarily having good music, and the singers themselves rarely contribute anything to the music (not that I care), so I guess these lyrics are not the singers fault. I'll blame the company. Anyway....This song is called Wolf, and the whole point is that the members of the group are wolves.... (yes yes it does sound really dumb, and it is, but you can't say anything about it cuz....don't judge). 
Just read the lyrics. READ THEM. Maybe look the song up on youtube. Then show it to all your friends with the english subtitles and be happy that you have never sung along to a song where the lyrics talk about eating someone like cheese.....yes. 
EXO - WOLF
I feel the sensation; I feel it at once.
I’ll take you in one mouthful like cheese.
I take in [your] scent, scrutinize [your] color
I’ll eat you up with more refine than [drinking] wine.
Ah, but the strength in my toenail weakens, so my appetite yeah is gone.
Maybe I’m sick. Have I fallen ill?
Yeah I’m in trouble.
Get a grip. How’d you get your heart stolen by a human?
It’s [the human] only a one-bite meal.
Hey bite tight and then shake, shake ‘til you lose your mind.
Hey do it in a style you’ve never tried.
Before the big full moon comes out, do away with it.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].
I like simplicity
The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.
Eeyahh~ Look at that girl fall into terror
Can’t, can’t understand the situation before her eyes.
‘That dirty wolf guy will end up eating me.’
But that’s not it. I’ve fallen in love [with you].
I’m already a pro. A goddess like you.
The one who’s stolen my entire heart
I am only a healthy offering/sacrifice.
I’m already a fool. A goddess like you.
The owner who’s to pull out all of my teeth
I am only a faithful slave.
Hey bite tight and then shake shake ‘til you lose your mind.
Hey do it in a style you’ve never tried.
Before the big full moon comes out, do away with it.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
I can’t get enough of you. I’m in trouble.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can’t get enough of you. I’m in trouble.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
That yellow moon teases me, that I can’t have you.
‘But you’re only a rough beast.’
If you’re going to say that kind of thing, get lost. If you need [me], change me.
I can never let her go.
I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].
I like simplicity
The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.
I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].
I like simplicity
The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.
That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~
Ah I love you~
I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Sports

Well this is my 50th blog post!
woo!
In this very special post I'd like to revisit my favorite subject to discuss: gym, and sports.
This year shows no change in my skills because gym is STILL my worst class (after math and chemistry and some others). I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because I don't try hard enough or because I just really can't get into a sport. I swear I've had fun playing a sport before, like I definitely have. I have vague memories of playing touch football in 4th grade, but I'm pretty sure that I was perpetually confused and just ran when they told me to. I also remember liking kickball, but then in 8th grade I missed the ball with my foot and I was done for. Maybe that was the moment that sports ended for me.
Sometimes I wonder why people watch sports. Why are they so entertaining? Because I definitely don't agree with almost all of America that watching sports is enjoyable. How are watching little guys running around on a screen interesting? Especially soccer where guys are literally just running, with a plan of course, but looks pretty random. Once every half hour the ball is kicked into the net, and everyone yells GOAL, and that's my favorite part.
I kind of understand basketball, because there is less running and more action, and it's kind of fun. And the games are awesome and super exciting. So in my rant against sports I will exclude basketball (which I used to play in 7th and 8th grade and I was super bad).
Now I will enter the realm of something I most 100% do not understand. JERSEYS. Why is it necessary to wear a persons jersey to lets say, a Bears game, is it for the image? Do you look more like a fan, or do you feel more like a football player? I don't even know. Maybe it's a creepy worship of the player, where the fan wants to be exactly like him.
I don't know.
I don't care (but I do care, I just don't want to talk about it anymore).
So yep.
I don't know if you could tell yet, I have a B+ in gym mentality.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

What Etsy has done to me

I've realized that I have become the lamest person ever.
Maybe it's just because I went to way too much camp this summer, I've been changed forever.
But I can't stop thinking about crafts, like arts and crafts. Like camp stuff.
It's not even like I did arts and crafts at camp, I mean I did make friendship bracelets for a profit, but come on, I shouldn't still be thinking about that. I've realized there is so many ways to make money off of doing random stuff that whenever I see anything, like a bracelet in a store or something, I just think that I could have done that, and I could have been raking in that cash years ago.
Last year I discovered Etsy, and if you don't know what that is, just don't read this, or go look Etsy up or something. Well, it's a website, where people can sell the stuff they find or make online. I've seen stuff of the website that is super cool, silk screened t-shirts and handmade dresses and stuff like that. But then there are also things like handmade books and boxes and bracelets that are hilarious because they are selling them for one dollar and the shipping costs more than that.
But whatever floats your boat I guess.
So I started making friendship bracelets when I got home from camp, and made a couple cool ones in the attempt to sell them on Etsy. So I guess my weird handmade craft obsession (I wouldn't really call it an obsession because I don't actually try to make the crafts and because I don't spend hours looking at it online, but there's no other word for it) came from Etsy. Thanks Etsy.
I would still be making bracelets to sell,
but I'm not,
so.........
I'm out.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Bringing in the new year with the bus

So I think I talked about this subject during the infancy of this blog (yes, I'm preparing for parenthood with this thing). But I will revisit the topic of the north side bus.
It was the first day of school today, and I know nobody really wants to hear about that, because, who cares? Anyway, it had to be around 3000 degrees outside and when I stepped outside to take the bus I literally wilted.
When the bus pulled up to the curb we saw four kind of scary faces staring out of the tall windows. They were the little kids who had been picked up at the new preschool that was just completed this year. They couldn't be more than four to five years old, and they were staring at us like the minute we walked on the bus they would go to hell.
Before we got on the bus we had to have a stern talking to about profanity and such because the little kids might be disturbed. My question was why the school had to shove kids from the age of 4 to the age of 18 together on one bus. Buy another bus or something! Geez guys.
On entering the bus it was actually hotter than outside, and now I understand what a poor lobster feels like when it's being boiled alive (which is how you cook lobsters by the way). The flow of kids onto the bus didn't stop either, they just kept coming, it was like a horrible nightmare, where I almost thought I'd have to double up with someone for my seat.... but don't worry. I would never. I deserve my space.
The man who is supposed to control the rowdiness and stuff of the bus was sweating buckets, he had a button down shirt on and it was dripping. When he leaned over to check the sign up sheet sweat dripped down from his nose and forehead onto the sheet, it was a little gross (actually a lot).
I'm just waiting until I get my license and can drive myself....well I'm not really sure how that's going to go either.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

What I did this summer

So I don't remember if I mentioned this or not, but I went to Interlochen Arts Camp this summer as an advanced drawing major (lol it makes it sound all fancy). So we all had to research a modern artist, do a quick presentation and make art in the same style or inspired by the artist we chose.
I chose an art collective called Barnstormers!. Basically they started off by graffitting barns in I think.... Georgia. Not sure. Then they moved onto other things and started showing in galleries, and what they also did were these long time lapses where basically one person painted a mural and then someone would paint right on top of it, either adding to it or completely destroying it.
So yup.
For my final project I made a time lapse using my iphone of different kids in my class drawing in charcoal.
Yay!

Rosh Hashahah

So today is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year. So guess where I was all morning?
At synagogue.
Which isn't a bad thing, but it does bring up some interesting issues to take into consideration.
Some of the members of my synagogue are quite religious and they know all the prayers and can understand them and might even be able to read hebrew. They really take services seriously. And then there is pretty much everyone else. Some of these people can be put in the category of the 'twice a year jew', which means that they only go to temple on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, which are the two major Jewish holidays. This group includes but is not limited to a lot of the kids who graduated from hebrew school with me and their parents who might have only gone to synagogue more before when their kids were getting bar mitzvahed.
So you have to wonder, what are all these people doing in synagogue for 2 to 4 hours?
What compels them every year to listen to songs and prayers in hebrew which they can't even understand. I guess it's the tradition, and also because it's the one time of the year where they can feel spiritual or religious.
Oh, and don't forget the socialization. Services always start late because everyone is catching up with their friends and relatives and people they think are their friends. Also if you didn't show up to these services then someone might realize.........
"Oh, that Judy, what a bad jew, she never goes to services," something kinda along those lines.
So yup.
Those are my thoughts on Rosh Hashanah. Well not all my thoughts, but some of the more critical ones. Of course I like the holiday, and I wish I was a better jew and such.
So yeah.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

The friendship bracelet

Now many people think that friendship bracelets are merely a cute activity for little kids who have nothing better to do at summer camp. But I'm going to try to break that demeaning stereotype.
Friendship bracelets deserve more recognition than that.
You may ask why I respect the friendship bracelet. Well, because I am a friendship bracelet master. Kinda. I'll go more into that later when I may or may not do an official post about what I did this summer.
Now back to the bracelets. They're important because of their employment values. Yes, not to make for your friend, but to sell, for a profit. Real masters never make bracelets for their friends.
You basically need no particular skills to make these things, just A LOT of time and some string. So anyone can do it.
Depending how gullible the customer is you can charge five big bucks for a single bracelet.
Who would not hit those funds up?
Not me.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Camels in a Car


This might just be the two hottest creatures I have ever seen.
Nice ride bro. 

Monday, June 3, 2013

Finals

It's time for finals. That special time of the year where everyone gets super stressed for no reason.
NO REASON.
Yeah it's your last test score before the end of the year, but it's not like it's gonna impact your grade THAT much. Well, it won't impact your grade enough to make up for all the stressing and worrying you've been doing for an entire week.
I view finals like I view every other aspect of school, in a chill kind of way.
Like guess what I did most of this fine monday afternoon?
I drew faces on brightly colored pieces of paper. I'm working on an arts and crafts project, so I have a good reasons.


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Annoying Things That I Think Are Pretty Cool

So there a some classic pet peeves and things people find annoying. But not all of these things are annoying. It's really up for interpretation. So I'll list some non annoying annoying things for you guys to digest.
All pet peeves come from the website www.GetAnnoyed.com

1. NOISY EATERS
Who cares? Are you jealous of that person eating? If you wanted a sandwich I bet there's a potbellies down your street. God. Stop being an awful person.

2. PEOPLE WHO DRINK STRAIGHT FROM THE CARTON
And again, why would this annoy people? Okay okay, I get it. So it's kind of obnoxious to see someone tilt their head all the way back and chug out of the container with their entire mouth on it. Whatever. But if someone lives alone, who cares? Also, sharing germs isn't a real problem, like I mentioned in my previous post. Get over your sanitary issues people!

3. WHEN STRAWS MAKE A SUCKING NOISE AT THE BOTTOM OF THEIR DRINK
Yeah I guess this could be an annoying noise, but what is the point of buying a drink if you can't finish it all the way to the bottom? It's necessary for people to receive the satisfaction of being at the bottom of their drink and sucking up the last drop, no matter how annoying it is.

4. THROWING SOMETHING AT THE GARBAGE, MISSING, AND LEAVING IT THERE.
Okay okay, you anti littering people. I know why you'd find this upsetting. But why would someone shoot something at the garbage can like they are in the NBA? Let's think about this. This person could have self esteem issues and wants to think their some kind of hotshot. When they miss, they are so embarrassed they don't want to admit their mistake and pick up their trash. Instead, they pretend they didn't do it. See? Be thoughtful you jerks.

5. PEOPLE WHO DON'T CONTROL THEIR BRATTY CHILDREN
Now, this is annoying. But think about the satisfaction other parents get when they see kids who aren't theirs misbehaving. They are probably like "thank god I did a good job with my kid". It makes them feel better about their parenting job. Also it entertains onlookers to see a bratty kid acting out, lets say in the airport or at a restaurant. Now I guess it is cringe worthy, but it also it entertaining. So yeah.
Yep.

I am done here.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Another Doodle


I think this face drawing was done during science class, but you never know. Original paper is neon purple.
So yeah.......... 

Bike the Drive

It breaks my heart to announce that today I participated in a day of fitness.
I've been protesting athletics since day one, based on my view that it's a waste of time. Actually fitness is kind of important for being healthy and stuff, but it still isn't the most enjoyable activity.
Well today I biked the drive. If anyone doesn't know what this is, Bike the Drive is an event that the city organizes where the major highway, Lakeshore Drive, is closed, and people can bike up and down it all morning. Yay!
The slogan of this event is "move over cars, it's our turn".
So this year I pulled my lazy ass out of bed at 5:30 and biked a total of 30 miles. Look at that motivation! This is the first time I've biked the whole thing, I think it's because the last time I did it I was even less athletic than I am now. I would stop half way through and tell my parents that I had lost every ounce of body fat I had and that I was pretty sure my but was just going to collapse. Those bike seats hurt!
Well anyway, this year my bike was successful, I guess you could say.
So yeah.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Pet Peeves: Last Five

I will continue to discuss things that piss me off. Enjoy!

6. SINGING IN THE HALLWAYS
So there are always those couple people at school who you see in the hallway. They don't have to be your friends, you don't even have to know them. But the point is that they are there. And these people you encounter in the hallways and you can't not pay attention to them are the singers. Who the hell is so happy they have to sing in the hallways? It doesn't matter if it's one lone singer, or a whole pack of kids. It's just as awful and just as annoying.

7. PEOPLE WHO TAKE EVERYTHING WAY TOO SERIOUSLY
Let's face it, there are a lot of subjects at school. It's hard to like every subject. It's hard to like every sport or extracurricular you participate in 100% of the time. Sometimes an activity is more fun when you take it in a more lighthearted manner. Early World History is not life or death. You can joke around without getting shot. It's not a crime to be bored. Come on guys, you serious people, you're making me look bad.

8. LARGE GROUPS OF LITTLE KIDS
I've babysat before. I really have no problem with little kids. In fact, I enjoy being around them cuz it's fun and stuff. You don't have to deal with social pressure or whatever. Unless the kid makes fun of you, and then that kid is an asshole.
But large groups of kids. Singing. Talking loudly. Acting retarded.
SO ANNOYING.
When I was little I never understood why adults hated large groups of kids at all, I just thought they were mean when they moved away from us or whatever. But I totally totally understand now. It's the cotent of what they are saying as well as the raucous tones of their voices mixing together that just...ugh.

9. WHEN PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO SHARE DRINKS OR FOOD OR WHATEVS
"Oh no! There are germs on the rim of that cup!" "Gross! You just took a bite out of that sandwich!" "You probably backwash! That's disgusting."
Those are all the obnoxious things those sanitation nerds say. You're not going to die if you drink out of the same water bottle as someone. Trust me. A little saliva never hurt anyone, unless that person is sick. And then that's just stupid to share with them. Sharing is part of human nature, and people shouldn't be grossed out by it.

10. LOCKS ON GYM LOCKERS
I mean seriously, who the hell wants to steal dirty gym clothes? I seriously wash my gym uniform like 3 times a year. It's no biggie. It's gym. Nobody gives a shit.
Locks most definitely don't help. They just make you take two times longer to put your gym clothes on and take them off. No one needs that hassle. I am a proud member of the "I'm to lazy to put a gym lock on my locker" club. I have a lock for the locker, I just have never put it on. I mean seriously, it's hard enough to remember my school locker combo.

And that wraps up the Ten Pet Peeves uit of this blog. I have officially got some more complaining out of my system, and all of your lives are much more enlightened.
You're welcome.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Leah and her friends suck

I really just hate everyone. This goes with my theme of hating people, especially kids. usually on weekends, I go out and find a baby seal, and then club that seal with another baby seal. Or I just throw kittens in fires. That is me. I am Julia. I've probably killed at least three kids, and me and maciah like to scissor each others... You know. I'm also a transvestite. Sometimes :(

Guest writer,
Glenn Decety

Pet Peeves: First Five

I think that I have been acquainted with the internet long enough to tell it all about myself.
I mean, we're pretty tight now.
So I will list 5 pet peeves. As the readers of this blog have probably already realized, many things piss me off. LIKE MANY. So instead of talking about all these items in separate posts I'll just summarize all the beef I've got with certain things. Here goes nutin:

1. INSTAGRAM
Why don't I like this app? Well, maybe because everything about it disgusts me. I mean really, who has to put a filter on their photo just to feel comfortable with their face being on the internet?
And I know a lot of people like photography and are good at it and whatever. But people shouldn't need to prove that they are good at photography by putting every photo on instagram so their friends can like them.
GRAWSS.

2. TEXTING
Everyone texts, I know. But I'm a hipster so I can dislike whatever I want. The worst thing is when people expect you to answer a text within minutes, personally I only answer a text when I really have to, or have nothing better to do. I mean, I have a life people.

3. PEOPLE ASKING TO HAVE PARTIES IN MY APARTMENT
Seriously guys, just let it go. I'm never going to have a party at my house. Ever.

4. ORGANIZED SPORTS
I have nothing against organized sports, really. I like watching basketball sometimes (rarely), and sports are hardcore and whatever. Still though, the time commitment is crazy. Who the hell wants to go to soccer practice or whatever every day after school? NO ONE. Or to rephrase that, no one should want to do that. I guess it's people who really like to go practice the sports they play that piss me off.

5. PEOPLE PLAYING GAMES ON THEIR PHONES IN CLASS
I'm not a good student. Not that I get bad grades, but that I don't take class seriously. I doodle and whatever in class, I always do my spanish homework in biology.
But anyway. Those people who play games on their phones. All. The. Time. I just don't get it.
How can people have such bad attention issues they have to play FIFA or doodle jump or whatever?
I don't even know.

So that wraps up todays segment.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

English Doodle

A classic example of an english class doodle. I might have worked on this one in spanish but im not 100% sure. 
This thing was originally on neon orange paper, but I took a scan of it, so it's black and white.
Don't worry, I would never buy myself neon orange paper. 
I just take it from the science lab.
They don't even know what's missing. 


5th Grade Band

Do you know what's depressing?
Everything.
I recently realized this when I went to the 5th grade band concert, which took place approximately 76 minutes ago.
I want to mention that I HAD to go to this band concert. Because I'm in high school band we are required to go to one other school performance, and I had run out of options. So 5th grade band it was.

I remember when I was in 5th grade band. I had already been playing clarinet for like 3 years, and I thought I was the shit. Like when I joined band I thought that I'd be conducting that thing.
But no. Instead I had to watch as all the other little fledgling clarinetists were taught how to put their reed on their mouth piece, and how play an open G. We worked on this kind of stuff from the beginning of the year until January, and then we started preparing for our first concert ever.

Well this band concert was different then the concert four years ago. The biggest difference probably being the fact that they played pieces I'm pretty sure we played in 6th or 7th grade. Also this was already their second concert, which means they had started the year off as musical geniuses, or something. Or maybe the band program just really improved.
I don't know.
Another things that was depressing was the fact that these little kids didn't have the wear the oppressive attire of black on bottom, white on top. OH NO. No. These kids were wearing shorts and gym shoes and t-shirts. And sprinkled in there were a couple kids who came in full concert attire who looked pretty much retarded.

But all of this makes me realize how inadequate my 5th grade band experience was.
If only I was young.

Whatevs.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Interlochen

So this summer I'm going back to Interlochen.
For all of you who have no idea what kind of place has such a tool-like name, I'll explain it to you.
It's an arts camp up in Michigan near the awesome city called Traverse City. When I say arts It includes music (band, orchestra, piano, ect.), fine arts (drawing, painting, photography, sculpture, whatevs), dance, theater (musical and not) and creative writing.
Sot it isn't just a performing arts camp, like Blue Lake and other places like that. For five years I've gone to Interlochen for music, specifically clarinet.

Six weeks of clarinet. Six hours a day. Every day.
It ruined me, no joke.

Interlochen is very much like school in the way that there is a set schedule every day and you attend classes and the teachers take attendance and stuff like that. Also, there's a uniform. For girls it's knee high socks, which are dark blue, neon red or baby blue depending on what division you are in. You wear a name tag at all times, which kinda weirded me out.
But anyway, getting back to what I'm doing during the summer, I'm going back to Interlochen. But not for Clarinet (thank jesus). I'm going for advanced drawing (yes, I'm super artsy (lol)). Anyway, I'm actually looking forward to Interlochen this year because I'll actually be doing an activity I really enjoy.
So I might talk about that more later.
Maybe.
(Probably (most definitely) not).

An Insight into life

It's been a while. Yeah, I know. But you know what, I'm okay with that. I've come to terms with my laziness so It's all good.
I'd like to mention that, the writer of this (pretty crappy) blog, which happens to be me, has really moved up in the world.

I'm the real deal now, because I am a government official.

Yeah, I know right! Crazy! Well, not a real government official, more like the little brother of an intern who works for a government official and gets him his starbucks every morning. That's kind of what boat I'm in.
Yeah, you probably guessed it. I made it on high school student council. Not as president, but as vice president, of the sophomore class. So actually pretty lame.
No one at school actually takes me seriously, which I've come to terms with. So the way I won this vice presidential election is by writing the most obnoxious speech ever. At least it was attention grabbing.
I might put it up here later. I worked super hard on it in the free period before the lunch period I was supposed to give the speech during.
I was lucky though because the speech only could be 60 seconds max, and I made mine like forty.
No I am not an overachiever. Thanks for pointing that out.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Gym grade

To revisit the post about gym, I'd like to mention this.
It isn't all in my imagination when I say that I suck at gym.
Have I mentioned my gym grade?
No, I guess I haven't.
Well, I'm not a bad student, so that B+ in gym is kinda bringing my average down.
B+.
No joke.
No one else in my grade, or in the history of my school I'm pretty sure has gotten a B+ in gym unless they like skipped half the classes.
No one.
When I told my dad my grade he asked me how come I didn't get a lower score.
Yeah, my family has high expectations from me.

Hippies + The Internet

So as I mentioned before, I went backpacking during spring break. This act sparked some really weird interest of hippies.
It's not like I saw a ton of hippies around or anything like that, but backpacking seems very...earthy and hippyish and...you know what I'm talking about! Those super environmental people who love nature and stuff like that, basically every single person from the San Francisco area.
I hope this is just a phase, but on tumblr I subscribed to a couple blogs, where originally it was nice photography and clothing and tattoos and stuff. But now, now it has progressed into hippies, who 100% of the time are sporting dreadlocks. There are a huge amount of shirtless hippy guys with disgusting long dreads holding blond babies.
No, not just any babies. Blond babies.
There are also a fair number of hippies sleeping with cats, which I find pretty weird, because who would even be there, or want to, take a picture of that? I don't know. I wouldn't.
Well anyway, my friends think I'm into hippies or something, which is NOT TRUE. It's just incredibly entertaining to look at weird pictures of their peace circles, or whatever else they do.
So, just to reassure everyone I know.
I am not turning into a hippy.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Some art stuff

When I doodle I just draw a bunch of shit,
but this turned out quite nicely. 




Opinions on Las Vegas

Now, I try not to be a hater. Seriously, I know to some people it might seem like I enjoy complaining about things. This is true, but that doesn't mean I can't be positive.
This post though, is not going to positive, because that kind of stuff is lame and....just incredibly lame. So I will complain about Vegas.
I don't want people to get the idea that I literally just criticize with no basis for it, but on Saturday I went to Vegas to catch a plane back to Chicago. So I know what the place is like.
I know its ways.
What really surprised me when I went there was how trashy it was. I mean, ever since I heard about the pyramid that was there I knew there was something a little weird going on. But there's even more! It isn't just the place, but the people as well.
I don't usually judge on makeup (for real, I really don't), because everyone has their own style. But the rings of sparkles and glitter and blue eyeshadow and liner around these peoples eyes were absurd! The makeup covered as big an area as the eye itself. That's over the top in my opinion.
Everything is over the top there. The drinks people buy from this place called Fat Tuesdays (I'm pretty sure, it could also be Fat Thursday, but I don't give a crap), these drinks contained 130 ounces of liquid in them, strictly alcohol. And people were just walking around on the streets with these absurdly huge plastic trashy cups. Among these young alcoholics walked hords of spanish speakers who were advertising call girls and grabbing at anyone who went by to see if they'd like some companionship. Some of these spanish speakers were small little old women who definitely didn't seem like they belonged on the street wearing t-shirts advertising prostitution. It's depressing actually.
The other kind of shocking thing, to me at least, were the children. People actually bring little kids on vacation to this place! What? Why?? What are the kids going to do, gamble? These kids were among the throngs of people walking on the street at 10 pm at night. When I was that little I would probably have been asleep. 10 pm is the time I was sufficiently pooped out on vacation.
The hotels were also quite gruesome. We went to this place, called the Venetian, where there were canals running through the center of the indoor streets, where men in cheesy looking costumes paddled people up and down these pathetic canals. The ceiling in this indoor Venice was painted sky, so it added to the depressing facade of the whole place.
I could go on and on, from the slot machines in the airport to the pathetic reproduction of famous Italian sculptures, to the eiffel tower a couple blocks down from our hotel. But then I would get carried away, and just keep on writing random shit. So I'll spare myself that.
Adios.

Escalante Photography


Backpacking

Sorry guys I haven't blogged, but I went camping in Utah so I was kind of busy. I also want to specify and add that I didn't just go camping, I went backpacking. For ignorant people, the different between the two is that camping is just when you set up a tent somewhere, it could be in your backyard or in Canada, and you sleep there and make dinner and play cards and do whatever else you want to do as you spend time in the great outdoors (or maybe not so great if you hate bugs or whatever).
Now, backpacking is when you walk, with a backpack obviously, to a place and then camp there. This involves many miles of trudging, carry anywhere from 20 to 40 pounds on your back.
Now I don't want to say I'm the backpacking expert or anything, because....oh boy.....I am NOT the person you want to ask for tips and things. It's not necessarily that I walk slowly as we hike....I blame it on the stumpy legs.
Thanks stumpy legs.
You make me feel nonathletic.
Wait, I am nonathletic, (gym grades cannot lie).
But lets get back to the backpacking. I think I'd call myself a trooper before anything else. My brother and dad can walk sooooo much faster than I can, but I think that's also kind of an effort thing also.
So to be more specific, we backpacked in Escalante National Park, which according to my father is some sort of backpackers paradise, because you don't get all those day hikers with their little kids and carefree attitude. No, none of that. You only come across the real hardcore backpackers, and some hippies of course. The trail we hiked on wasn't paved or completely set and we had to cross a lot of streams. Another good thing about the part of Escalante we hiked in was that we were in a canyon the whole time created by a river, so there was definitely no way to get lost.
Well anyway, I might talk more about the trip later.
See ya.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Some gym stuff

So I haven't blogged recently.
Actually I probably shouldn't have said that, because that's how I start all my posts nowadays. Some of my computer keys have started making a really disturbing crunching noise whenever I press them, mainly my caps lock key. This is probably because graham cracker crumbs are stuck under the key or something disgusting like that. 
I eat a lot of graham crackers.
If you haven't tried graham crackers and milk you should do it now. You dip the graham crackers in the milk and once they're soggy enough it actually tastes good. I also recommend dipping challah bread in grape juice. That's what I always did in hebrew school. You get like a shot glass sized amount of grape juice in a paper cup and an individual roll of challah. I lived for that. 
Anyway, what I wanted to talk about in this post is gym class, which is going to start a long chain of rant posts. I suck at it. 
There is no way for someone to suck at "trying their very best at every activity", but maybe that's why I'm failing. Why the hell would I try hard at ballroom dancing, which a unit we had for six weeks. Why would I try hard at badminton? (actually I got pretty into that, but I bombed the test because I didn't cheat like the rest of my class. I mean seriously, who expects their students to know the dimensions of a badminton court (which, by the way, is 20' by 44) and who gives tests in gym!)
Maybe it's my carefree attitude, which I take great pride in. Gym teachers expect a certain amount of fear in their students, and I'm pretty sure they love the sound of kids unhappiness when they yell "run six laps around the field!" or some random bullshit like that. Gym teachers have to realize that their class isn't a real class, no offense gym teachers. But gym is about physical fitness, and I guess learning sports, but not really learning anything. So basically kids are graded on their "drive and effort", what drive is there in gym class? The drive to want to beat every kid in my badminton class? Noooooo. 
I have no drive to want to do well at sports, so I just don't...do well. Eh whatevs. 


Saturday, March 2, 2013

WWA (Woodwinds Anonymous)

This morning I went to this competition called Solo and Ensemble competition (which is a really uninspiring name). I actually wasn't stressed at all though, it was a pretty low key environment.
So basically how something like this works is you are given a room to warm up in, and then you warm up (it's a pretty basic process), and then you go into a room (still basic) when it's your assigned time, and a judge judges you on how well (or how badly) you played. They're all nice judges, and they aren't of the same ilk as the classic pissed off band teacher who wants to assert their importance while trying to convince their students that their class actually matters.
So it was all pretty chill.
Unfortunately the first group from the school playing was a brass quartet, not that brass quartets are gross or anything. But that did mean that all the participants from my school congregated in the brass warm up room.
Do you know how terrifying it is to be surrounded by kids all holding giant metal weapons? Terrifying. We were the little woodwind people, with our lame ass wooden instruments, and we were being totally judged. Whenever I played a note in that room I felt the judgement. The brass people also took my friends stand, and there was no un-awkward way to get the stand back. So we were standless. Also our warm up room was one of those classrooms where the desk is connected to the chair. Come on! What, are they trying to trap the students at their desk so they can never ask to use the bathroom? Or maybe they hate when kids stand up and blow their nose, so they try to make it as awkward as possible for them to stand up.
Onto a different thought, you know that awkward feeling when you're at a recital or a concert or something and you are the only one of your kind there?
For example I'm part of a woodwind trio, and we perform at the flutists recitals, and we are the only diversity at the concert.
Well, there's a solution to this all too common problem.
Just join WWA. There you can be with your own kind, where everyone understands everyone and life is good. Just sitting around...with other woodwinds....doing woodwind stuff...
Okay, I have no idea where I'm going with this.
I'm out.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Super chill

Today at school there was no school. Not technically, which I was incredibly happy about. Of course I did no homework last night, so I have to do it all tonight, and I am just not really feeling it right now. I'm not in the homework mood, I guess you could say.
Today at school it was Arts Fest, which boiled down to the basic idea is a day where our school gets to prove how alternative it is. Our school is based in science and math, or I'm pretty sure it is, because that's the vibe I've been getting from it my whole life. So today was a day where the school became 'artsy'. It was pretty goddam artsy.
It's all student run, and you sign up for the five activities you want...which are mostly food based. Unfortunately I didn't get any food activities, which was pretty disappointing, because I had really been looking forward to sushi making (now I'm happy I didn't take that because the sushi fell apart in the soy sauce and looked nasty).
I'm just gonna say it like this: I think I'm a pretty chill kid. Like not chill as in cool, but I'm chill because I don't give a shit about a lot of things. Usually I don't do much self judgement, but I've come to this realization today.
I took a Henna workshop, and none of my friends had ever done henna before, and being such a chill person I let them put the paste/paint stuff on my arm. I didn't know then that the stuff lasts three weeks or something awful like that. One kid couldn't get the paint out of the tube so she squeezed really hard and a giant blob got on my arm. Instead of taking the paint off, she smeared it on my arm, which was pretty upsetting at first. So then other people put their initials and their name on my arm, to complete the picture. At first it actually looked like I had wiped my ass with my arm and there were shit stains all over it, because it was naaassstty.
At another workshop, face painting, I made another bad decision. Everyone was doing tribal stripes and stuff on other peoples faces, so I did it to my friend. It looked kinda cool actually, so when she asked to do it to my face I was expecting at least a slight degree of coolness. Of course she just dotted and smeared random stuff on my face.
And then more stuff got added, including turquoise eyebrows, after I asked someone to fix what the other kid did.
Not a good decision.
I looked like the color wheel had eaten too many skittles and then threw up on my face. It was kind of disturbing actually.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Assassin's Creed

I'd like to discuss my favorite game ever.
To clarify, it's the only video game I play, unless you count World of Warcraft as a video game. Technically I never played Wow to its full potential because I never had the full version, and when I hit level 20 it cut me off and I was just running around killing boars in the forest which got really lame after like 3 hours. Yeah...I was pretty into that game over summer break '10. It's a break kind of game.
So anyway, the only game I play consistently is Assassins Creed. This is the game I play because unlike other games like Call of Duty, when I play it and I play badly I won't bring my brothers average down.
Why did I like Assassins Creed at first? Well, the main character for Assassins Creed 2 through Revelations was incredibly attractive. Like 80 years passed through out the three games and Etzio never aged. It was crazy. Also finishing missions was incredibly addicting, expect whenever there was something too hard for me to do I'd have my brother finish the mission for me. He got incredibly pissed off and one day he announced he would never help me again. Which was pretty mean of him.
I'm a little disappointed in AC 3 because it's in america, and because its all about the revolutionary war and stuff like that it's kind of lame. The only cool thing is that you can climb every tree. EVERY TREE. But it's funny because when you were the white templar character he couldn't climb the tree, but then when you started playing as the native american guy, who has this really long complicated name but calls himself Connor, can climb trees. I find this aspect of the game incredibly offensive to my race, and discriminates against the average caucasian.
I was just joking.
Now that my parents find whatever I say ever offending I have to say when I'm joking, because nothing can me insinuated now.
That is all.

After the Pause

There's been a huge gap in my writing, almost two weeks I'm pretty sure. I have nothing to write about. I mean, I could write about the Winter Formal dance that was last weekend or about all the unfair things teachers did this week, or anything I want. But I just haven't.
My parents found out about my blog when I casually mentioned it, which is a stupid mistake on my part. But stuff happens, so it's all good.
My dad thought I sounded like a jerk, and my mom thinks that everyone in the internet is only there to rip you off in someway. Her thought progression went something like: comment on blog post, follow blogger, chat with you, find your address, go to your house, steal all the things.
I think she also talked about how this blog will ruin my future and about all the pedophiles cruising the interweb during her ten minute lecture.
So anyway, I considered ending this blog, seeing that I don't really do much on it, and all the people who read this I know, so I could tell them about the things I write here, but in person. But then I realized that I'm having fun writing this, so that's all that counts. Right? I write this blog to create a more mature writing style....not. Not at all.
So I think I'll start blogging more again. Yep.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Hardcore doodle

Inside of my Catcher in the Rye book. You can see how productive I am in english class, can't you?

Opinions of One Direction Part 2

Well I guess people liked my last post about One Direction, even if I don't really remember what the heck I wrote. All I know is that it was one badly written piece of crap, so I'll try to improve with this one. Like my other post, I will be talking about one of their songs. This one in particular is called Little Things. At first this song was forgivable because I just thought "wow, poor guys. They didn't write the song, and now they have to be subjected to this embarrassment."
And then I learned one startling fact...They did write this song themselves. It's one of the only ones they've written. And I have to say they should call their team of song writers back on in from their extended vacation and tell them to get back to work. Also I think their music video producers were taking an elongated coffee break during the music video. Because if you think about it, the whole thing are just five semi attractive boys sitting in a high class studio....more specifically sitting in a soul circle, facing each other, and singing at each other. I can't even sing to my cat, I don't understand how people can sing at each other, I bet it's awkward as hell. Also it looked like one of the boys had a serious self conscious moment because the whole thing looked like each frame had been de-noised until the bare minimum of details were there, so whoever had the gross ass acne was saved. De-noise. What a joke.
Any way, I'll get to the song itself now. I'll do it in a timeline fashion:

The first incident of bad lyrics would be this, contributed by Zayn: And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks. What does that even mean???? I would understand if he said that he was connecting your freckles, like joining your freckles with lines or something. But the way he said that is like he's attaching dots to her face, most likely stickers. That's just mean! Who would bully their girlfriend by sticking stickers on all their freckles to point them out to her. God Zayn.

Next awkward line, credits given to Liam: 
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs,
the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I love them endlessly. Maybe it's just because I'm incredibly immature, but when I heard the words thighs I cringed. I don't know why! Basically he's like "Yeah girl, you're pretty chunky, and I know that you know that. But It's okay because I love your fat..." Wait, but that wouldn't happen. This is another example of One Direction taking advantage of self conscious girls. Their basically telling the female population out there that "you guys should all be our fans because we don't care what you look like, we just love you, so you have to love us, and....what the hell am I talking about????" Yeah. 

This one has to be the most cringable line, sung by the one and only "I only date older woman" Harry: I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh (sounds like how much you ate in song, which would be stupid. Because what did the poor girl do, blind fold herself while she ate and just shove it all in?) You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me...........No. Just no. This confirms that they are singing their love to a self conscious overweight girl. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to offend anyone. You can be self conscious and skinny, and not self conscious and overweight. But the girl in this song is definitely those two things. This girl, if she was real, would feel so bad right now! If she was self conscious she would obviously want to hide all the stuff she feels bad about from her boyfriend. If her boyfriend is just singing about all her flaws to her in a song and then being like: yeah, it's okay that you're gross and you have freckles and you're fat, because I love you, so no matter what I say I'm being nice.
No he is not being nice. Also he's saying that she has to squeeze into her jeans...well, what do you want her to do, wear bell bottoms? Sag? Let her wear whatever the hell she wants. God. 

So that was my post about One Direction. I still have a lot more to talk about. I'm not done with you One Direction.
Oh no. I am not. 

My Very First Accident

I know what you all are thinking. I'm about to recount the time when I was three years old and I peed my pants at a wedding, or when I broke my brothers arm, or when I kicked my uncle in the balls.
Well no. I'm not going to talk about that.
I actually haven't ever done those three things.
I'm talking about an accident of the grown up kind. A real world accident.
As some people might know I started driving last weekend, and I'm pretty much a pro. Lol. No. Well I went driving with my mom this morning, on real big kid streets. That wasn't the problem, I was fine at that. But then....my mom started thinking that I was actually good at driving.
She should have never assumed that.
So she asked me to park next to this giant ass jeep and I was like "Sure mom! I got this!"
So I was going to make a tight turn to try to get right next to this car. I was feeling pretty confident, and I was in a mode where I thought I couldn't do anything wrong. I was parking near the beach, so there were tons of empty parking spots. But I was practicing.
Well I turned in real tight, and I slammed right into the jeep. Like right into it. I hit the car. I did. No denying it. One week of driving. I failed.
Well anyway, the car alarm went off. I started backing away because I was in the mode of criminal fleeing the crime scene. But NO! NO WAY, there was a giant black lady in the car. She was your classic pissed off grocery store cashier who yells at you for buying too many vegetables and shit like that. She got out of that car and yelled "Why did it have to be my car! Why couldn't you have hit any other car! There were so many parking spaces to chose from!"
It's hard to explain the tone of voice she said this in. But I thought I was going to be shot, or strangled, or knifed. I was literally trembling.
Oh and guess what else.......
I was driving my moms red mercedes.
How do you think her car looks now?
Yeah.
Thought so.

How to be a popular blogger

Now I realize that what I have to do when I blog is insert tons of keywords people will search, like mainstream stuff. So if I put One Direction, girls, love, girlfriend, scandal, tattoos all into one blog post someone might be searching something obnoxious like: Do One Direction keep on getting more tattoos because they're trying to impress their girlfriends?.... then I might get a couple hits.
I'm just doing this because I'm an attention whore.
I can't really see anything right now because when I put my contacts in I leave my glasses right next to the sink. Later when I wash my hands and stuff water and soap and all this other crap gets all over my glasses, so my vision is quite limited at the moment. Good thing I'm a master typer and I don't need to look at the screen....(90 words per minute average right here guys).
As I've been blogging about my life, I realize that I haven't put anything that could be relevant to other teenagers or actually anyone for that matter. So I could still blog about my life but blog about more common topics, like: dating, teachers, sports, social life, celebrities, music, DIY. Actually I have no idea. I don't have any opinions on dating, celebrities, sports, and definitely not DIY. I doodle a ton, but that isn't DIY. Like what would I say, DIY folder: learn how to decorate your folder with style....Which is lame.
But yeah. I also need to improve the amount of posts I create. I'm a pretty lazy person, and sometimes it's just too difficult to write, my brain is working slower and slower each day. I can feel it.
So yeah, those are my thoughts at this moment.
Stay tuned for some more mainstream stuff (which probably includes One Direction) and I'll see y'all later (at school).
Adios.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

LOOK AT THIS

HEY GUYS!
When you type in this obnoxious question into google....guess what comes up first??????
MY BLOG.
No joke. No joke. No joke.
I'm almost relevant now.
This is crazy.

Hey! Look what I did!

I havta say it. I am great at drawing and painting irrelevant inanimate objects
I would like to applaud myself on beautifully executing that random assortment of useless objects.


Saturday, January 19, 2013

Saturday Observations

I have no excuse for not having written this week at all. It's not like I was particularly busy or anything, I just wasn't feeling it. Actually I did have to stuff to write about, but when I got home to write about it I couldn't figure out how I was going to convey the event.
Today I have something to talk about. I will convey it as best as I can. I'll start off by saying that I don't particularly like orchestra rehearsal. I go every saturday, and I never really get anything out if it. I'm just not really a fan. There are three asian boys in my section and one girl who is a total prude and I'm pretty sure playing clarinet makes up her entire life.
Well those asian boys are the hardest people to talk to ever. I say hi to one of them, and the guy will literally just blink at me or maybe mutter something unintelligible and then sit down. After that half assed greeting we won't say anything to each other the rest of the rehearsal. Today I noticed that one of the boys was wearing glasses with a nike symbol on them.
Wait......I didn't know nike made gross ass nerdy glasses. Well I guess they do, and the exact color of the nike symbol on the kids glasses was on his shoes. This kid always wears sports clothing to rehearsal. Always gray sweatpants and some kind of sporty t-shirt and tennis shoes. What makes this weird though is that this kid looks like if he got out on lets say a basketball court he wouldn't even be able to run and would just lurch all over the place. Like I can't even imagine him running, I'm pretty sure he couldn't run in a straight line and would move erratically and somewhat disturbingly. But what's really weird is that then I looked around at the rest of the asian boys in the orchestra.
THEY WERE ALL DRESSED THE EXACT SAME WAY! And they all looked like they could never ever play a sport ever. One boy in the back of the 2nd violin section was wearing soccer pants and a button down plaid shirt.....with nike tennis shoes.
I wouldn't say I'm a fashionista or anything. But come on people. You should at least learn how to look normal.
That is all.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Opinions on One Direction part 1

Okay. I have hated One Direction since they first started singing their little British hearts out on the radio. Their debut song was that incredibly annoying song called What Makes you Beautiful. If I recall correctly they're basically singing about how this girl is beautiful because she is insecure and has self image issues. They don't say she's beautiful because "she doesn't need makeup to cover up".  Instead that line is just part of the reason she doesn't know she's beautiful. They only really state that she's attractive because she's self conscious. This implies that men of One Direction are taking advantage of this poor girl. Also because they all like one girl it probably means that they have some kind of stupid ass plot to ruin her or something like that.
I also want to mention that I learned all their names two days ago. There's one guy named Zain, who I thought was pretty cool because he is half Pakistani and didn't like a douchebag as much as the other four members. But then I learned that he calls himself Zayn, and now I just think he's a tool.
I have to admit that their voices are pretty good, and their harmony is good as well. I don't hate all their songs, but I do have to say that their lyrics overall could use a lot of improvement. When I say a lot, I mean A LOT. They say some pretty dumass stuff no one should ever say.
I don't hate them anymore though, actually I kind of like them. Maybe it's because I heard one of their other songs besides What Makes You Beautiful over the weekend and they didn't sound all that bad. Also the music video was kind of sweet, even though they press the British thing way to much, but I will talk about that later. There's so much to criticize! It's crazy!
Well, that'll have to be another time.

Falafel Lunch

I realize my blogging effort level has gone down, but that basically just reflects my effort level in general for all activities. For starters I want to say I got my braces adjusted yesterday, and it hurts super badly. I saw this kid from school at the orthodontists office, he was brushing his teeth at one of the sink station things. And I stood right behind him and was like "What are you doing here???" I think it really freaked him out. I have first period science with him, and we had a great discussion about braces during class.
Anyway, I'll get to the main point.
Recently my family has been really into middle eastern food. This basically just means my brother. He and my mom controls what my family eats (except I control the flow of graham crackers). My brother got really into middle eastern food after we went to Israel and Jordan. This includes an unnatural obsession with falafel, shwarma, babaganoush, hummus, and tahini. I have no problem with this food. Except for one small things. COSTCO FALAFEL.
No one in their right mind should buy little falafel patties that you need to defrost in the microwave from Costco. Don't get me wrong, I love Costco (that's where you can buy graham crackers in bulk).
Well anyway, my brother bought falafel and didn't buy pita, and so we've been eating plain falafel.
Do you know how gross it is to take my four little grayish falafel patties out of the plastic bag, put them on a paper towel and wait in the microwave line in the cafeteria???? No you have no idea. Because no one eats falafel for lunch.
The microwave line is a key social gathering point in our school, it's where all the hardcore gossip goes down (not really) and only the cool kids heat up their lunches (also a lie). But waiting in the middle of the cafeteria standing in a 10 person line all by yourself is incredibly awkward, as you wait for some noob to take 3 minutes to heat up water for the ramen cup noodles. It makes it more awkward when people ask what the hell you're holding in the plastic bag.
But I can deal with it, and become a food icon. Which I will do.
That is all.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Canadian Tree



 This, my friends, Is a Canadian tree.
At first it looks no different than any other tree. But then you realize how special it really is.
Actually it's not special at all, it was kind of dying when I drew it, so it might have perished by now. At least the tree has this as tribute to its life...
I drew this on a mini sketchpad (travel size) so I had to use two pages.
That is all.

Nothing to Say

I have nothing much to say to you. Sources say successful blogs are updated consistently and regularly, so I'll do that. I've been reading up on successful blogs, and I don't think my blog meets any of those standards. Maybe this blog will be one of those things I show my kids when I'm fifty so they'll think I'm cool. Well...maybe they won't think I'm cool, but they'll know about my high school thoughts.
I have to make a portfolio for the summer camp Interlochen because I'm trying to get into the advanced drawing program. I'm totally lost, I have no idea what to draw. I guess I can use some of my old stuff, but I've never really taken drawing in school so I have nothing to show. I'm more of a doodler in my free time. To actually get motivated to draw is hard for me. Doodling is fun though.

I've noticed that on Gmail and Blogger you can't indent to start a paragraph. My writing looks really weird because of that.
That is all.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Opinionated Music Selection

This an awesome song by my favorite band, A Silent Film.
The music video is kinda iffy, not my favorite. I'm not really into music videos, they're kind of pointless.
Well anyway...listen to the song!!

Canada

I realize I have a lot of time on my hands rights now, so I'll write the post about Canada now.
Actually I don't have that much time. I'm supposed to be practicing clarinet because in 2 hours I have a seating audition.
Eh. Whatevs.
Well anyway, I'll start off by telling you bout my past skiing experiences. Downhill skiing, to clarify. I first went downhill skiing when I was five years old or so. I don't remember it that clearly, all I know was that the sprite in the cafeteria soda machine was just fizzy water and it was big disappointment.
OH YEAH. Now I remember. I SUCK at downhill skiing. I've done it three times, and especially in Canada where my family likes to go, even the green hills are super long and super hard and super....ugh. TERRIBLE.
So this year I didn't go downhill skiing.
Instead............I went cross country skiing. If people don't know what that it, it's like skiing, but for people who are too scared to go downhill and want to see 'scenery' (which is just endless snow with endless trees, and endless blue sky with mountains in the distance). It's mostly an old people thing. Not judging old people, or the young people who do it, just saying.
My mom loves cross country skiing. She doesn't want to go alone and my mom didn't want me sitting around all of winter break (not that I would do that or anything....). I think I cross countried like 20 miles, and I also went hiking with my brother. I was pretty sporty, or outdoorsy or whatever you want to call it.
But even though my mom loves cross country she is SOOOOO slow. No joke, it's like she's doing geriatric exercises while she skis. So me and David (my big bro) took the harder level of cross country path.
Not a good idea.
Every time we went downhill, well pretty much every time I started screaming, and I didn't want to die so I just aimed at a snow pile and wiped out in an epic manner. I think the most memorable experience was when four people were going up the hill while me and David were going down. It's hard to stop yourself, or control where you're going.
So I closed my eyes and screamed GET OUT OF THE WAY over and over again, while the people got really freaked out. I actually closed my eyes, not thinking of the consequences, and nothing bad happened so it's all good. Except when we had to turn a corner right when the downhill slope was ending. David was totally just standing in the middle of the path. So I screamed GET OFF THE STREET and then instead of turning I just went straight and landing in the snow and just sat there....For like five minutes.

Skiing is really not my thing.
Just saying.

Laziness

Yes. I am lazy. I am incredibly lazy, which is why I haven't written anything on this blog for a super long time. I can't say I've been busy...because I haven't. I actually have been sitting around most of winter break.
Well, I went to Canada. But I sat around there a lot too. Instead I've been occupying my time with incredibly lame stuff. Mostly TV watching. But OH NO, don't judge me. I would NEVER watch TV on the TV. I only watch TV on my computer, because I feel it's more respectable that way. Which it isn't. But I don't really care.
So my accomplishments over break include watching all 3 seasons of Pretty Little Liars, all 2 season of Awkward., and some of this korean show called King of Dramas.
And no. I don't speak korean fluently, so I use subtitles. I've tried to watch one of those shows without subtitles ad I was incredibly confused.
I want to make more posts. So I'll talk about Canada in my next post. I loved Canada, no joke. It's awesome. Everyone makes fun of Canada (including me, mostly because I watch South Park). But even though Canada is easy to make fun of, I actually came to the realization that I would not mind living there. It's so pretty! There's so much snow! And I love snow and winter because I like wearing sweaters. In Canada I could wear as many sweaters as I wanted!!!!
That is all.