So yesterday I had 2.5 hours of sleep, thank you Latin. But then, like every Thursday, after experiencing hell, came home to my equivalent of heaven: nap time. Yes, nap time. Five hours of it. And then we had people over and talked in Latin for 1.something hours. Then I played guitar. Then I went over to the guy's house and studied Logic and chilled and ate sour gummy worms. Turned out alright.
Want to know Latin that could be awkward (will be, actually) in English? Here you go. Ita? Ita? Scisne? Fac me.
haaaaaaaaaaa i said that once.
So academic update. I'm pretty much dying. But I believe in miracles, just like the song. And its the same old song but with a different tune since you've been gone... tra la la. Week 7 down. Week 8 looms on the horizon, like pollution. Like pollution I'm supposed to breath in, live in, and somehow not get poisoned--but if I die, everyone will know why. I forgot to wear the gas mask. But the first problem is that I even put myself in such a bad situation. It's like, Yes, I would like to spend thousands of dollars to live in a polluted place! Yah, thats what I did. Anyway so finals are this week. Kill me now.
Oh wait, I AM dead, dead to you as can be! haha yah Eminem's on the mind since my Latin teacher told us that Latin poetry is not like English poetry. Latin Poetry is more like Eminem. Crazy. And he quotes (prolly the only verse he knows) "the FCC won't let me be" and the emphasized words is more like what the Latin's do. And since there... I be refreshing my memor-Y.
Break week! A full week of Break after finals. And I go to Seattle to chill.
ANd I got a soar throat. I better not get sick. So I had tea. Tea solves all my problems. Tea and Marley.
So I live my life (eh eh eh) and I be jammin. It's late. I should go to bed. Imma be imma be. Party all night, sleep all day, throw all of my problems away my life would be eeeeeeasyyyy
I miss the peace of mind I had before all this. But this is what I got to deal with. If life were poker I'd fold about now. But as I won't (I have pride), I'm just losing money, that's all. Ante up.
Nah really life's good. I love it. School just muddles the colours of my painting abit. Favourite class: History. Easiest class: Logic/Speeches. Favourite teachers: Schlect (history) and Stokes (he's a baller) (Logic/Speeches). Worst class any way you think about it: Latin. Unopinionated: Biology. That's the long and short of it.
More where this came from. But he hasn't given me all of them. Anthony and me, Biology class. It was hard to look like I was paying attention, some of these were fun-nay.
Mitch and Anthony and me in the background. Oh yes, I do pay attention, no I'm not falling asleep. What about vision would ever make me fall asleep, c'mon.
Karyn and I go to the fair and look at model houses. We are disappointed, contrary to our faces. What is this--a center for ants?! It needs to be... at least 3 times this big!
Maggie and I are about to go to Daniels wedding! Daniel Paul gone and got married. Him and Julie are perfect (yah, perfect) for eachother. I've never seen such a sweet wedding. I cried. Yes, I cried. I've never cried at a wedding before. This was just so beautiful. Can't really explain it more than that. Daniel's the first of the Logos class to get married! hah! So most of the Logos class went to his wedding in Wallowa Country (enterprise), Oregon for the day. The Moscow reception is Saturday, which I'm going to. Party party, hollah hollah. Flashing.... lights.
Maggije and I also have a tendency to look like fishes every so often. I can't help it, it's my zodiac. My face is determined by the planet's. I dont know her excuse.
Maggie and me and clouds. We have lots of picahs like dis. It's kind of a shared obsession. The sky, you know.
I don't really know why people take pictures of me when I contemplate things in foodlines. Like now.
Maggie. Her and her raybans. And her necklace. and Her laugh. Love it.
Don't mess with the best cuz the best will woop yo' ass!
We are all so happy to be on a road trip to the wedding.
On road trips we make our faces extra special.
Sometimes I make random decisions last minute-like to go make a retard of myself and go to a 90's party. Like in this picture, where I am wearing nothing 90's to fit in, so i just acted dumb (which I never did in the 90's) and wore my hair up high way and put a head band on, like I didn't do in the 90's. All the same, that's what I was at the 90's party. Only I was in control of the playlist. Perfect.
Stacey came too. This is a freshman (Hayley) who lives at the Menadiers (where I lived my Logos year), Stacey, and mua.
Mua. heh, sounds like a kiss. Nope, not the Latin kiss. I'll stop there.
Karyn and her sweater. Me and my face.
At the park there is sunshine and trees. I sometimes think about things at the park when its sunny and I am underneath trees. Hence.
Enjoying the last few days of sunshine at the park.
