Collide

I realized tonight that I need to be a little more clear with what I write. It's coming off as something other than what I want it to be and I just need to be a little more careful.

In other words, I'm extremely confused. Like really. It's not like I don't get something, because oh boy, do I get it, but like the signs are so unclear, that's what's confusing me, haha. I'm just very unsure and I'd rather not make a fool of myself, psht, which I do often! I guess I'll have to let time play it out and hope it's what I think it is.

So am I just the only one who thought Tuesday was actually Monday? Curse you Labor day for messing up my sleep and school schedule! It's 2:23 am and I'm not asleep... I haven't done homework. I think I'm gonna try to go to beg by 4, that'd be lovely. I can function on two hours of sleep, but I can't with no sleep two days in a row! Plus, I'm missing AP Lit tomorrow, so I don't really think I need to worry about that essay until Friday. Darn you Guidance appointments, you and your College appointments, youuuu.

It's really weird, like when I have to do an essay, normally I can just BAM, there it is, but this essay HAS to be special and I know that if I put too much thought into it, it'll just be a "tried really hard essay". I mean, this essay depends on my life, right? I decided to pick the prompt "Some sort of Artwork that has influenced your life" and it's really tough, because there's so much art that's made me who I was. Obviously, I can't say a SYTYCD dance made me who I am, but I can certainly thank Dance itself, or something that I've been involved with for many years, like Music, or Karate, acting? I'm just so confused, like what do I do? I stopped playing Piano when I was 9-10, so I can't use that. Hmm, this is something that I'll really have to ponder.

In acting last week we had to each stare into a mirror and write what we saw. I did three poems, each being what I first saw. My hair and eyes was the first, the second time I looked up I saw Pamela in the reflection looking at me and she turned away suddenly, so I "poetically" wrote about how the more I turned my mirror the more windows and doors it showed into others lives and the last one was about. Scars. They've told me how proud they are of me for finally getting rid of my "severe" acne problem, I'm really glad because it was getting to the point where I was almost risking getting cast, or worse, not being in the program or Cabaret at all, but I still see the scars on me and I dunno, I just wrote about it. Anyways, they all came out nice, in my opinion and then we anonymously turned them in. He printed them out and we all read them to the class, I happened to leave mine in the file cabinet with my Mirrors packet... So I should bring it home tomorrow and tweak them and submit them on this ol' blog here. Get some sort of response :P

So I have something important to sa--- My fan.... I'm going to destroy my ceiling Fan. The light thingy, is a bit loose so every now and then it shakes and makes this awful noise and for some reason, IT'S ALWAYS WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP OR DOING HOMEWORK. Hahahaha :P That Ceiling fan hates me. First it rips my nail off, now it distracts me.

Apparently I'm cute and sexy! Yay! I can check that off my list xD
-Checks "get called some sort of attractive" off list-

I'm quiet, you know.
You make a first impression.
I found I'm scared to know, I'm always on your mind.
Well even the best fall down sometimes, even the stars refuse to shine.
And out of the back you fall in time, somehow find, you and I. Collide.
Don't stop here and I lost my place and I'm close behind.

Such a lovely song written by Howie Day.
Why do I ALWAYS listen to music when I write in you Mr. Blog?
Why is the sky blue?
Why am I talking to a blog... Wow I need sleep. Haha, hey it showed how silly I am. Accomplishment! Woo!

Adieu!