Example of Ekphrasis

Audrey was lying on her bed reading a magazine.  This was the same magazine that she had read when she was on vacation in Mexico last summer.  The beach that she had read it on was one of the beaches where turtles laid their eggs.  A woman named Ms. Robinson studied these turtles and enjoyed visiting the beach with her daughter, Maryann.  Maryann went to NYU and majored in Women's Studies.  She felt empowered by her classes, so she got her hair cut in the same way as Emma Watson.  Emma Watson had recently modeled for Calvin Klein and had a make-up artist named Charlene.  Charlene had been doing make-up for 13 years.  She had even done make-up for Nicole Kidman, who recently wore a new dress to the Oscars.  Mindy, a girl working as a stage manager for the Oscars, had been fired for reading on the job.  In reality, she had gotten mono from her boyfriend, John, and the only way that she wouldn't feel nauseous was by reading.  John had shared a drink with his friend Barry, who had gotten mono after making out with a girl in a bar.  This girl had been testing out pick-up tips that she read in the same article that Audrey was reading.

Summer Essentials

This will be a comprehensive list that I'll (hopefully) add to all summer!


Music

• Andy Grammer's CD (Fine By Me, Lunatic, Keep Your Head Up, Build Me a Girl)

Food/ Snacks

• Edamame (refrigerated)
• Peach NEHI (only available from ASP)

Places


Books


Miscellaneous

• Awesome sunglasses
• Small tube of sunscreen (carry it everywhere)
• Aloe vera

Woah! I'm writing again!

Hello, dear people who read this blog!  In other words, hello self!  The seniors are gone and I am bored out of my mind!  Here I sit, in Mr. Hughes's room, breathing in the chilled and artificial air blasting from his conditioner, waiting for something interesting to happen.  I regret leaving my book, Anna and the French Kiss, at home, because it is so good.  I really want to be reading it right now, but I'll have to wait until after work.


Well, I just tried to go on goodreads.com, but it is block because it it "Entertainment."  The things that this school blocks are absolutely ridiculous.  I want to read, shouldn't you be encouraging that?  Oy vey, John Carroll is losing it.


I'm getting this weird feeling of maturity that is completely unwarranted recently.  It'll be brought on by the most random things, but I like it.  Driving, even though I'm not very fond of it, makes me feel independent.  Walking around before or after work to run errands in Bel Air just makes me happy.  And being able to drive around with Adam and hang out, just the two of us, is just wonderful.  I know that I'm 17 and practically a baby to a lot of people, but I like the feeling of doing what I want and taking care of what I need to do.


In other news, I watched Captain America last night!  I had seen the Avengers and wanted to see some of the back stories (I'm checking out Thor tonight).  I really liked Captain America, but I viewed it really cynically.  I feel like my view of America has gotten continually darker, which is sad, in a way.  I see my country as this place that has rights for some and not others, a place that seems to consider itself a superhero, and a place with absolutely no history.  Going to Edinburgh, York, Stratford upon Avon, and London kind of opened my eyes to what a child America is.  Some of their churches were built centuries before our country was even discovered.  I want to live surrounded by history.


I should be catching up on my massive amount of Latin to get done, but I'll do that some other time... ciao!

On the plus side, my eyes look pretty when I cry...

Why do I get called a whore for dating the person I like?  Why does the person calling me a whore get sympathy?  And why, after all of this, do we still have to share?  Some people choose to be blind and live in a fantasy world.  So 'll just come right out and say it: you are the only person that can make this end, and someday, you'll have to choose.  You're going to lose one of us, and while it won't be soon, you're going to have to make a decision.

People don't get it...

I don't understand why people are like this.  Seriously.  Why does everybody rally to the kid that lies, spreads rumors, and hates people based on who they date?  I don't know why it takes me talking about nightmares for people to say, "Wow, this is really bothering you, isn't it?"  Even then, no one does anything.  Actually, not no one.  Just the people that count.  Plenty of people have tried to help, but I guess I just kept holding out hope that the one person who mattered would pick me.  To be fair, the other kid feels like this too.  But the fact that I put all of my faith into this person and he thinks that "it has to be this way" just makes me feel sad and unloved.  I really would rather not be n this situation, but here I am.  Having the constant feeling that if I do anything wrong, he other kid wins my boyfriend really sucks.  It has made me completely dependent.  Which is kind of the worst when they're hanging out tomorrow night and I don't get to hang out with him.  At all.  For all of our break.  I know that it's not intentional, but after awhile, I start to wonder if I'm not good enough.  I really just want this whole ordeal to end, and nobody will ever do anything about it.

If I see one more freaking post about this stupid freaking Lady Gaga contest, I am going to throw my computer at a wall.

There are times when I just want to give up.  I had such an amazing day today, but I am so not happy right now. There are times when I want to say, "You know what, I don't need this.  I might not be able to get any guy I want, but I can find someone who cares more about me than you."  But I never would, because that same person makes me happier than anyone else.  However, when I have to tell him to care more, it kind of ruins the point of a relationship.  At this point, he'll either start acting like he cares, he'll dump me, or I'll deal with always feeling mediocre.  I change the way I think of myself to how my boyfriend thinks of me (I know, depressing), so maybe I'll just quit caring in public.