“Never let go.” “I won’t, promise.”

So this is my darling mother and myself conversation this morning:
"Sis could you pleasssssse go clean off my car"
Narcissa:  we have no school
" CCP is still open :( "
Narcissa: Oh well you could just be like Ackerman and tell those people to stay home, they already know you practically run the nursing department, your the best teacher in there :D
" Oh that is so nice....GO CLEAN OFF MY CAR!... Oh wait sis ( after I have my clothes on ready to go outside)  You can wait to the sun comes out :D, You want some pancakes?

My Life

Art, its from the heart


I just wanted to use this post to express how I feel about something. people seriously don't understand art, its not just paintings or poems, and you can't just "do it" art is 10% skill, and 90% feelings, if you don't feel like doing it, it wont be as good as what you want to do

art can be anything that has style, even some sports, Movement is an art, you can move with your own personal style, and no one moves just like you do, words are art, cooking is art, even the way you communicate could be considered art

art is not skill, art is heart, and style

(and Incident Z will be continued shortly)

As the title explicitly states, I conceived this poem while choking on tea. I felt it worthy of being posted not for its content or structure, both somewhat commonplace, but rather for the thrilling fact that this is the manner in which I confronted the notion of death by tea. Though it is impossible for me to die from that particular incorrect ingestion of the beloved drink, I find it sensational how terribly dramatic this rhyme is considering the circumstances

A quote by C. S. Lewis that I really like: An explanation of cause is not a justification by reason.

It really makes me think about why people do the things they do. What are the reasons for people's actions? How do you justify your actions you're when put in a difficult situation? I always look back at things I've done and often doubt my sanity. 

So i washed and deep- conditioned my hair. I don't know what to do with it. Don't be surprised if it's not done tomorrow. I don't really care about doing it at this point. 

It was the heat of the moment. The home team was down by 1 point. All they had to do was score. They away team took the shot and misses. Number 8 jumps up for the rebound with 10 seconds left on the clock. He dribbles to half court to be stuck by defense. 7 seconds left on the clock. He dribbles to the left and right and soon number 21 was open. He bounce passed the ball to number 21 with 5 seconds left on the clock. Number 21 takes the ball and dashes to the hoop. As the clock reaches 2, number 21 jumps up above the defense and slams the ball through the hoop for the winner score. The home team won.

Today I woke up, played with my ferret (who I named Draco) and went to my mom's house. At my mom's house I met up with my friend Elena who has been a part of my life since we were in first grade. She now lives in Willow Grove and I don't get to see her often. So, she comes over, we go to the mall to see a movie, miss the first showing and have to kill an hour and a half in an extremely tiny mall, and then we finally watched the movie (Just Go With It, it was amazing). Afterward we drove around, she did a very poor job of trying to avoid Knorr Street without me noticing because she didn't want me upset and I haven't had this much fun in a long time. I love my friends.