So far,

I have $100 dollars saved for The Fest. I think I'm going to need a hundred more. Good thing I've got until October.

First day of school today. Nothing terribly exciting. I have Drawing I and Greek & Roman Humanities. Tomorrow is my retard math class - Intermediate Algebra and Environmental Science.

I have to go to Sam Flax today to buy: black and grey charcoal, a 24 x 34 news print pad, willow charcoal and a few other things for drawing. I also get to see Dylan today, which is always something I look forward to.

My mom's uncle, or my grandmother's brother, my great uncle - (whichever you want to call him) Charles passed away last night. I only met him once when I was eight, but from what I can remember he was a very good man. My grandmother was very close to him, as he was her older brother and she was the second oldest so they were both expected to take care of the younger children. I hope my grandmother, as well as her other siblings and the rest of the family, are okay today. I love them all very much, and hope they are doing well. Or as well as one could be with conditions such as these.

I am suddenly

very excited for this. I mean they sing into telephones for god sakes.

Dylan's first day of school is today. So now I have nothing to do, until next week when I start school. FML.

Recently,

I've watched two really great documentaries on two really amazing writers. My two favorite, in fact. Thank you Orange County Public Library System for making this all possible.
I also took out Persepolis and Coffee & Cigarettes. I'm sure I'll watch those in the coming days.

My trip to Georgia was alright. My step sister got arrested the night before I arrived for underage drinking at a party she was at. So my arrival was overshadowed by her misfortune, making my trip rather boring. The date for the Buddy Walk was announced while I was there though, which is exciting. I most plan on going this year, possibly with Dylan. I've missed it the past few years because of arguments and resentment towards my father - but the Buddy Walk isn't about him, it's about Victoria and all the other beautiful children with downs syndrome. I love my baby sister more than most things, and most definitely more than I hate my father.

And spending so much time with Victoria this weekend made me see that I really do want to be an Elementary School art teacher. I can't think of something I'd like more than that. I love kids so much, and I feel the same way about creating art - so the combination of the two sounds amazing.

Also, it is final now that I am indeed going to be attending The Fest 8 this year. I am so very happy about this. I already have $60 for the ticket put away, and another $20 for the hotel room. I need to keep collecting until October though to pay for the rest of the room, gas, food, ect. I'm not sure if Dylan or anyone else who said they're going actually will be able to go in the end. But I hope everything works out. I'd die if I missed This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb and Defiance, Ohio again. I'd absolutely die.

Why is

every Elvis movie so awesome?! I don't know how he does it. Or did it, I suppose.

"Clambake" just ended and now it's time for "It Happened At The World's Fair." Although I haven't seen this movie, I can only imagine that it is awesome. I love Elvis.

But I do not love being at my father's house and not doing anything. I guess it's a nice change from running around the town center with Victoria wearing binoculars and cowboy hats looking for animals.

Georgia,

tomorrow. Joy.

I'm pretty sure,

that i will be attending The Fest this year. I like that.

I over react.

We over react.
They over react.
He over reacts.
She over reacts.
It over reacts.

There will come a day,

When our cells won't regenerateand .
Everyone you know will rot away, rot away.
Your friends and enemies and all your family.
We will all be buried in the ground, in the ground.
So make the most of it, life's too short to fuck with.
Once an hour a day I get very sad.
Once an hour a day I get depressed.
When that hour is over I start to feel okay because I'm reminded I'll rot away, rot away.
I don't have much time to hang out here and cry and though that may feel nice.
I can't do that everyday.




Last night: I had been looking forward to it, and it turned out to be just what I needed.