So, times have been “hard”. Sure they really have not been, but I can still pretend to say it. It seems somewhat folly to say that my life could be hard because of how blessed I am with my family and friends. I mean, really, I do not understand why I sometimes over-react to things that are not really bad at all. So what if I am not the most popular person in any of my classes, and sometimes I sit by myself in a few classes. That is not what matters about a person. It would be nice to have a few more friends, but the ones I have, I would not trade for anything in the world.
Ok, now that I am finished with that. I am going to New York in less that 40 days. I am going to sing at Carnegie Hall, and I cannot contain my excitement. I graduate in less than 40 days as well. That is probably the craziest thing I have ever heard myself say. I am almost out of high school….wow. That feels amazing. I really cant wait to start my life.
This coming term I have Current Global Issues, which is basically the hardest class you can chose Senior year, in my opinion. All the AP classes wont be doing anything but studying for the AP Exams. This class is a last term last hour class where you write a lot of papers, and work like a madman. But I am really happy. It is going to be probably my favorite class.
Design Concepts is over. I have a lot of art that I want to share, but I need to take pictures of it all, or scan it. Maybe later. It is all ok (although my mom will say it is amazing). I am sad because I really enjoyed taking an art class. I wish I had taken more of them.
And in conclusion to this very sketchy post….We All Look Elsewhere by The Classic Crime!
“Lost sense of direction: nobody knows my name
Confidence: correction
I don’t know how to play that game
A straight line is quicker
A straight line would make me fast
I’ve burned my nose enough to know that straight lines never last
Swallow your soul
And drink from this life
As you choke on your pride
We all look elsewhere
We all look elsewhere
It’s safer inside doors, nobody has to flee
A broken vessel passed the rocks and out to sea
Waiting, wanting, mad with purpose
Now we come to talk to one who has the answer to how
Swallow your soul
And drink from this life
As you choke on your pride
Don’t waste your time if you’ve got it
The tides are turning now
You are not alone
They gave you their worst and you bought it
The lie has been exposed
You are not alone
Like winter that comes quick in early September
The rain clouds that washed me are what I remember
The stones that I threw piled high like a mountain
Which I had to climb before I reached the fountain
If life is a riddle then riddle me this
The blood tasted sweet as it passed by my lips
Don’t, don’t waste your time
Don’t, don’t waste your time
Don’t waste your time
Don’t waste your time if you’ve got it
The tides are turning now
You are not alone
Liar, liar
They gave you their worst and you bought it
The lie has been exposed
You are not alone”
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