Don't you hate it when you have this perfect image of something you want to create in your mind, but then you realize you have no idea whatsoever how to go about creating it? I went to an arts festival yesterday in Atlanta while visiting family, and since then, I've had several ideas of pieces of art I'd love to create. I can see them so clearly in my mind's eye, I just don't know how to make them. So I've decided to take a week of summer vacation and just create. I'm gonna grab some modge podge, old magazines, acrylic paint, wood, newspapers, tissue paper, foil, pencils, pastels, photos, you name it! I'm excited. Now, all I need is the money to buy the stuff. -_-

Current Ideas:
Poison Apple
Picture frames that are decorated to fit the photo within
I'm Lying to You, Ann
Bubbles
School's Out
What Happened to Clearly Defined?

Anyone else have ideas they'd like to share?

They're building a concrete plant less than a mile from my school.

I'm pissed off.

The concrete is going to stink to high heaven, and the traffic to and from school will be so much worse than it already is. The skyline will no longer be unbroken mountains, but now marred with smokestacks, and the air quality is going to go from fresh and healthy to stale and polluted.

I'm really, really, really pissed off. The people of the city should have something to say about this, because it affects all of their lives.

Yes, it'll bring jobs to the city, but it will also drive away potential home-buyers. SO many people moved here because of the fresh mountain air and the beautiful view. Now what? Say goodbye to spring showers and hello to acid rain. Goodbye open roads, hello six-o-clock traffic. Bye-bye cleansing breeze, hello asthma-inducing smog.

What can I do though? What can one kid do to save her town? There's a protest at the school on Wednesday, but I don't see how that will change anything.

I want this to stop, because I'm afraid that if it doesn't, I won't be able to want to live here anymore.

-N

I really wish parties were fun. Every time I go to one, on my way there I'm thinking "Oh, this is going to be awesome!" and then I come to my senses. I walk in the door and the lights are so low you can barely see the kid in front of you. Rap music is blaring so loud you wonder why your ears haven't run away yet. And then you notice the middle of the room, where people are essentially having sex on the dance floor.

Wooh. Fun.

I long for the decades past when parties meant masquerades and balls, or swing dancing until your legs collapsed from exhaustion, or heck just a few friends laughing and having a good time! But then there are these........"parties" (I use that word very loosely).

Now, even if you get away from the dark room that smells like pot, the dance floor that could probably count as foreplay, and the music screaming at you until you have a headache, there is still the problem of the people. The sheer quantity of bodies packed into one area for a "party" is spectacular. You wonder how people do it. And its almost impossible to insert yourself into a conversation without being extremely awkward. You feel like an outcast. Aren't parties supposed to be fun?

So, sane people of the world, deep people of the world, fed up people of the world, revolt! Start throwing actual parties! Murder-mysteries, masquerades, luaus, think about it! We need to change the paradigm that so many people have in this day and age of parties. We will NOT stand by and watch our fun go down with "shawty".

-N

I had a dream last night that my mom gave me a watch that didn't show the time, but showed my weight. In the dream, she forced me to wear it, and I couldn't turn it off. The numbers kept going up. I hate that dream.

I wish I were more interesting.

I have this teacher who is probably the coolest below 40 year old adult in the world. Well, we took our exam yesterday so now we have a month of doing nothing in his class. So one of my friends was playing around on his computer, and came across a blog. He writes it.

Now I think it would be pretty neat to keep up with my teacher's life, considering he's the coolest below 40 year old adult in the world, but I'm not going to.

Wanna know why?

I don't think he'd want us to be reading it. There's a certain line between teacher to student and friend to friend. Yes, I think our teacher is awesome. Yes, he loves our class. But I think reading that blog would cross that fine line, and completely break down what it is important for a teacher to have in a relationship with his students.

Yes, he's an awesome teacher. No, I will not read his blog.

You can stop liking a person and still have your life changed by them. Some people just don't get that.

Like, I went to a sleepaway camp for 7 years, and met someone who changed my life. Yes, at the time I really liked him. A LOT. But when all was said and done, and I got over the drama and stopped liking him that way, he still had changed my life. Because of my relationship (no, not a relationship relationship, like crush relationship to someone who doesn't know you relationship. grow up people) with him, I began to write. I began to act. Those two things are some of the most important things in my life right now, and I never would have gotten into them if my experience with him hadn't changed my life.

So I respect him still, and I want to be friends. But that doesn't change the fact that he influenced me a lot, and I still look up to him because of it.

Some people just don't get that.

I figured out the paradox of time travel wiping out whatever it is you came back to fix in the first place.

Self that goes back in time: Bob
Self that Bob warns of something: Fred
Self that Fred goes back in time and consequently warns: George

So its really simple actually. All you have to do is get Bob to go back in time and warn Fred about whatever it is you came to warn him about and tell Fred to go back in time on a specific date in the future to warn George.

See? Even when Bob disappears after warning Fred, Fred will still warn George no matter what happens because part of the warning was to go back in time to warn George about whatever it is that needs fixing, even if its in a future that is now perfectly fine.

Make sense?

-N