Everyone in the world should see this.

Wow. Just watch.

Add another hue unto the rainbow…

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I did some paintings. What do you think? 🙂

I like Thursdays ^_^

That’s all there is to it! 

Reasons why Thursdays are great:

1. The week is dwindling and it’s almost Friday.
2. Still not too late to make weekend plans that might actually happen.
3. Thursdays are my heavy choir days: Broadway, CSH, Melodies, Musical.
4. Great TV: Bones, The Office, watching last night’s Top Chef.
5. My sleep schedule is usually the closest to normal by Thursday.

Yeah, it’s a good day. I’m in a very list-writing mood right now… I’ve been on a magazine stint for a few days. Someone randomly started sending my family Rolling Stone and Entertainment and now I’ve been reading them even though Entertainment is vapid and unoriginal and Rolling Stone is pretentious, overrated, and refers to Ke$ha as an artist.

Yeah, Ke$ha is an artist. And I’m an astrophysicist.

Also, I’ve been enjoying my beloved tiny periodical companion, Reader’s Digest, and the monthly novel known as Real Simple. I love how such an intelligent and helpful magazine has a grammatical error for the title. Ah, what an age we live in.

DELAYED OPENING TOMORROW!!!! 😀

K, ttyl.

I MADE A BOX and other stories.

I painted this old chocolate box and I took a bunch of pictures of winteryness and a chess set :3

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I take pictures of everything…

She also plays with fire…

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I like candles quite a lot… Sometimes I’ll light a ton of them and just meditate in my room with some good music on.I just wanted to share some cool photos. 🙂

Something new.

I wrote this last night as I was trying to fall asleep:

I think that things feel the way they do for a reason. Some things feel good because we’re supposed to be doing them, and things we shouldn’ t do feel bad. For example, pain and sex, basic survival instincts. Pain tells us “Stop, there’s something wrong.” and we investigate, saving ourselves. Sex feels good, (or so I’ve heard) and the species survives. The reason we’re chemically attracted to people is because they’d make better mates, etc. Of course, there are the exceptions; vegetables suck generally and fat tastes like melted heaven, and so on. But those are there to build character, to make life more than just right and wrong, black and white. And honestly, broccoli cooked right tastes way better than McDonald’s ever will. Everything has a point. Islam has terrible restrictions, but because Muslim artists were forced to focus on creating patterns, we have the Alhambra:

 

Not to be morbid, but every massacre fights overpopulation. Everything that occurs inspires art, music, outpourings of emotion. They allow us to connect as people. I even have to give a little credit to the idiots of the world. Ridiculous, bigoted political ignoramuses are on the rise, and thanks to their outspoken idiocy, I’ve become aware of how uninformed I’ve always been, and now I actively work to remedy that. Every time I work to impress a guy, regardless of whether I succeed or not, I really end up impressing myself. What I’m trying to say is that everything leads up to something, and, in that, everything has a little good in it. This may not ease suffering or negate the horrors of the world, but it at least can assure us and help us through our darker times. It’s nice to know that something new will always happen.

Let me think…

Thanks to a million outside factors lately plus the fact that I’m a teenager, I’ve been doing quite a bit of self-reflection, trying to find balance in the game of emotional ping-pong we play with ourselves.

This isn’t going to be some whiny teen blog about how my life sucks and then inversely how amazing I look in my prom dress. Or at least I hope not. I just think this’ll be a good place to empty my brain. Everything seems different after I write it or say it out loud. Is that cool with you? That’s cool with me.

I’m very comfortable with myself as of late. I like the way I’ve designed my life and I like the way I think. Sometimes I think too much, but it’s all part of how I function.  I often idealize things, but I’ve been editing that. It’s okay to idealize a bit, to beautify your world without even leaving your head. I just have trouble connecting it to reality sometimes.

The way I’ve designed my bedroom is an excellent metaphor for the way I’ve taught myself to grow: Everything about the room exudes me. I am not anyone else, nor will I ever be. I like everything I bring into my room. I am always adding new things to my walls and shelves, a collage of myself. Sometimes I have to take down a poster or a  card to make room for something new, or maybe I’ve just outgrown it. Most of the things on my wall are taken from somewhere else: posters, magazine clippings, cards and drawings from friends, etc. I cherish that which has been given to me by other people; it connects me to them and reminds me that there are people worth knowing on my dark days. Amid the foreign objects, there are a few of my own creations. I take pride in what I’ve made and keep it close, and I’m not afraid to display it.  There are more metaphors but this is beginning to sound too cheesy so maybe I’ll write them down later…

I am one of those who crave the affection and admiration of others. Of course, everyone is like that to a degree, but I sometimes take it over the top. I am a performer in every essence of the word and in every aspect of my life. I even perform for myself when no one else needs to care. That’s my integrity.  I crave respect and desirability, but at this point in my life I have realized that I’ll never alter myself to achieve it. I will always be utterly me, no matter how much I change. I am an actress because I love theatre, but acting offstage isn’t me.

 

That’s part one of my personal declaration, I suppose. I’m always thinking and always creating, so there is guaranteed to be more. I’m feeling pretty good right now.

Night, all!

I like this post format.

I’ve been invited to write on a friend’s blog, and I had to make this account to do so. I already have a style blog called a backdrop of blue but I think I may use this one as more of a journal… We’ll see.

K, ttyl!