Thursday, April 7, 2011
I like how it feels to not feel. @ 4:53 PM
Hello :)
It has been a really long and tiring week. In case I haven't announced, CIP project for Japan Relief fund, we've raised over $1514.00 dollars :D
4e4 raised more than twice of Student Council :)
I've been a good girl, doing my homework. Finished my DNT cardboard model, 20 pages of journal left, deadline, 7 more days. Finally gonna distress tomorrow at ___ with Kingkong Lim :) Hopefully, I might decide to do something drastic with my hair.
Watched the movie below sometime ago too. Loved it. It's about this emotionally damaged boy who's hooked on drugs and all due to his family problems. He's forced by his dad to spend a summer with him(his parents are divorced) because unknown to him, his dad is dying of cancer. As for the rest, watch to find out. It's real nice, promise.
Plus, why wouldn't you watch a movie with such a hot guy in it? He has greenish blue eyes for fuck's sake. I need those pretty eyes.
Watched the movie below sometime ago too. Loved it. It's about this emotionally damaged boy who's hooked on drugs and all due to his family problems. He's forced by his dad to spend a summer with him(his parents are divorced) because unknown to him, his dad is dying of cancer. As for the rest, watch to find out. It's real nice, promise.
Plus, why wouldn't you watch a movie with such a hot guy in it? He has greenish blue eyes for fuck's sake. I need those pretty eyes.She sat down at her easel. She had run out of canvases and had begun painting on plywood, so she picked up a piece of wood, got out her palette, squeezed some paints onto it, and selected a brush.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm thinking," she said.
Mom worked quickly, automatically, as if she knew exactly what it was she wanted to paint. A figure took shape in the middle of the board. It was a woman from the waist up, with her arms raised. Blue concentric circles appeared around the waist. The blue was water. Mom was painting picture of a woman drowning in a stormy lake. When she was finished, she sat for a long time in silence, staring at the picture.
"So what are we going to do?" I finally asked.
"Jeannette, you're so focused it's scary."
"You didn't answer my question," I said.
"I'll get a job, Jeannette," she snapped. She threw her paintbrush into the jar that held her turpentine and just sat there looking at the drowning woman.
