11/29-12/3 Art?...

To me art is something from your heart. Art is something that is made from the heart that expresses our true feelings. It expresses who we are as a person. When you look at a painting or a drawing that someone made, you can sometimes read their personality. Writing is also art to me. If someone writes a story, it also expresses themselves and you can also read their personality too. I am a writer and people read my stories and wonder what the hell is wrong with me because of the stuff I write about. I have two sides and people always see both. I can be a very happy person, but I can also be very violent and troublesome. When I write, I let all my anger out. For being a teenager, I have a lot of anger to let out. That is why I have very violent stories. But, my writing is art to me because it comes from my heart. When people paint and draw they concentrate and they make sure that everything is perfect and it looks great. Everyone I met that draws or paints, says that they make it from their heart. Sometimes people don’t really have to make it from their hearts. They could just draw or paint and they call it art. But I wouldn’t call it art. Songs can also be art. Writing lyrics is very tough. I listen to rap sometimes and the best rapper I know is Eminem. He writes songs as if they were stories from his life. Most of them are stories about his life. That is coming from his heart. That is art. All of his songs I love because he doesn’t rap about stupid stuff. He raps about life. He raps about his mistakes and how that has changed his life. That is definitely art.

11/29-12/3 My Final Words.

Dear Diary,                                                               January 14, 1962

It is day three with being stranded here. I’m not exactly stranded though; I would just rather not leave. I’m on top of this huge ice cliff. Two days ago, I lost my husband. We were walking along the ice shelf and we didn’t see what was before us. He fell. He fell into this opening in the ice shelf. I lost him. He was sucked into this hole that ran over a hundred feet into the ice. He drowned. He always told me that his worst fear was drowning. He said that he would rather be murdered than drowned. God, I lost my whole life the moment he was sucked into that hole. We just got married a couple months ago. We didn’t even start the family we dreamed of yet. I didn’t know what to do. He was gone before I could even say, “I love you.”  I screamed. I screamed his name over and over again thinking that he could hear me, but he couldn’t. His ears, his mouth, his nose was rushing with water. I’m thinking while I sit here and write these words. I’m thinking about what my life would be like without Andrew. Maybe I should jump in also. I can’t be without him. I wouldn’t be able to go on with my life after I get back home. I’d be alone. I wouldn’t be able to live the same way. I can’t toss away our marriage as if it was nothing. What am I supposed to tell his parents or my parents? How would both our families react?  These may be the last words I ever write because I am going to jump into that hole. I am going to be with my husband forever. One day someone will find this book, my diary. Share it with the world if you’d like. I don’t really care. I’m dead.

Sincerely,

May Holiday

11/29-12/3 RAWR!

I chose the one of the tiger because it reminds me of my puppy Miley. Miley is a New Finland. She’s about five months right now and almost seventy pounds. She’s black and white; usually New Finland’s are all black. She is a very doofy puppy. When I say doofy, I pretty much mean stupid. She always has her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Sometimes when she looks at you she just stares like she doesn’t know what’s going on. She is quite stupid, but she is so damn cute. She actually started purring one time when i was rubbing her stomach. I think she has her noises mixed up. This picture makes me feel happy. The first thing I did when I looked at this picture was smile. The way the tiger looks surprised is kind of funny. I have never seen a picture like this before. I’m also pretty sure that this tiger is as big as Miley…and she is still growing. Another reason why I chose this picture was because it’s very pretty. I love animal pictures because well, I love animals. I don’t like owning them, but I still love them. When I look at the picture I get a relaxed feeling. The picture is being taken in the shade. When I think of shade I think of coolness and perhaps a breeze. I like violent pictures also, lol, but not when dealing with animals. I hate when people hurt animals and treat them as if they were nothing. In this picture this tiger is happy and is having fun. I love it when animals are like that. I love funny animal pictures. There hilarious to look at. Another thing I love about this picture is the way the colors go together. It’s not a painting, but the way the colors just collaborate is just so pretty. Normally green and orange don’t go together but in this picture they go perfectly together.

11/22-11/26 “Fear builds walls.”

To me this statement reminds me of love for some reason. It’s kind of like you have a wall up because you don’t want to open up to people. You have a fear of opening up to people. I don’t like opening up to people because I’m so used to people just leaving me and never coming back. Even if you promise that you’ll never leave…I don’t believe you until you prove that. It’s the same way with love. I’ve had my heart broken plenty of times. Each time my heart is broken it’s harder to open up to the next person I meet. I have a fear of my heart being broken again so I put this wall up and I don’t let anyone go through. This statement can also mean fear in general. You don’t want to do anything because you’re afraid you’ll get hurt or you might fail at something. So you put this wall up and pretend that you’re in your own little world.  You don’t let anyone tell you what to do. Or you don’t let people even talk to you to have you change your mind about something. I know some people like that. You try to tell them to change their mind and they shut you out like you’re some alien or something like that. Sometimes I’m like this because I want to do want I want to do. I don’t want people telling me what to do, but it’s not out of fear. It’s just because I don’t like people telling me what to do.

11/22-11/26 >.> sigh...

The Top Ten Things About Nate Zobrest

1.       Rather tall.

2.       He was a red head but is now blonde.

3.       Hangs out way to much with Mono.

4.       Hangs out with Markus.

5.       Has a very low voice.

6.       Talks about Mono a lot.

7.       Is in love with Mono.

8.       Is clearly obsessed with Mono.

9.       Hmmm…he is my editor for Online Publishing.

10.   He also has a little brother that is as tall as he is.

As you can see…I have nothing to know about this Nate man. All I know is that Mono and him are secretly lovers…

11/15-11/19 Meh...holidays....

I don’t have a favorite holiday. When I was growing up we did celebrate everything but somehow they were always ruined. I don’t look forward to any holidays anymore. I could actually care less about them. I don’t want to sound like a negative person but holidays are useless. I am an atheist so to me Christmas doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t ask for much. Like for this year I want a typewriter…yea…a typewriter. My family though, still celebrates it because they have different beliefs. Another thing is that for my birthday I don’t care for also. It’s not a holiday but we still celebrate it. I don’t ask for much for that day either. We actually don’t have to celebrate it all, but my dad buys me stuff anyways. Thanksgiving is about food…cool. I eat large amounts of food ever day so Thanksgiving isn’t real to me. New Years Eve and day…really? Do we seriously have to celebrate another boring year? All of those small one day holiday things that we don’t have vacations on I’m cool with those because we don’t have school. Also, they are not over celebrated. For my family though we actually celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. day. We’re ridiculous like that. I can go into further details there but some people might find it racist and I don’t want that to happen.  Halloween on the other hand is pretty legit. I love going out and getting candy. After that I might go to the movies or just stay home and watch movies with my friends and siblings. I’m a creepy person when it comes to this holiday. I wish that it would rain blood. Yes, rain blood. Now, that would be a real Halloween. That would definitely make it scary and set the mood for that day. Other than that I don’t really care for holidays. Then again is Halloween even a holiday? We don’t even get school off for it yet it’s still important somehow.

11/15-11/19 That "Guy"

To me winning isn’t really important. When I think about the meaning of winning I always think about sports and think about the scores. The person with the higher score at the end of the game is the winner. Well, I could really care less. If I was playing a sport or something like that I would probably care more about winning and what not, but since I don’t play sports because I’m lazy I don’t care about winning. Another thing that I think about when the word winning pops into my mind is gambling or just games in general. I’d rather lose because of the way people get when they win. You always have that one guy that is so damn cocky you just want to punch them in the face. During gym you always have that guy that takes the game so seriously. It’s like hello…this is gym…it’s not real. Just thinking about someone like that kind of makes me mad. Maybe if I was playing to win money or a new car or something serious like that…then I would like to win. I never want to be that “guy.” I’d rather die before that day comes. I play games and stuff like that to have fun. If I lose…well I lose. It’s not a big deal for me. I’ve lost more than I’ve won in my life. I’m used to losing. I’m not that type of loser that whines about it. That is also annoying. If I lose I just tell myself to work or try harder the next time. I always tell myself that. I never give up. I also tell people that. If we lose a game in gym or something like that I always tell them, “Good job” or “Nice try.” It makes them feel good, well at least it makes me feel good when people say it. Winning isn’t a big deal. If I tried at all, that’s winning to me.