After Hours

I just got home from hanging out with my neighbor, I haven't seen him for months! I miss that bugger :) And I missed my Marlboro Lights.
This weekend I have an insane amount of homework but, of course, it's my fault for procrastinating until the last possible moment: study for general knowledge test on Nuremberg Trials, current issues for biology, biology pre-lab, a whooole book report (i.e. a full day of work), and posters for class fundraisers. FML.
On the bright side, I could possibly go to the beach tomorrow even though I'm grounded this weekend for skipping class and spending all day of everyday in the art room. :D
Honestly, if anyone with bad habits is reading this, (read and weep) tonight I had: white wine, a can of light beer, hot dogs for dinner, three cups of coffee, three cigarettes -- one Red and two Lights, straight tequila, and vodka-spiked cranberry juice. Not to mention, I ate a muffin for lunch.
My mother would seriously crucify me if she knew this, hahah
I need to get a grip, but I'm just so bored with life it makes it exciting :)

I've been talking to all my friends from back home on Facebook. Well, only a few, honestly, 'cause I never have the energy to answer everyone's wall posts. The only one whom I sincerely enjoy talking to is Linnea. I miss her! She reminds me of camp which brings me to my next subject, the songs that Lasse Präst used to wake us up to! It's amazing how a few songs can hold so many special memories... of waking up at seven thirty and sitting in the chapel for four hours <3333
Looking in those Big Brown Eyes - Bob Marley
Wakin' up on a Sunny Day - Bruce Springsteen
And then there were, of course, a few more but I don't recall at the moment.

SIDE NOTE!: I really want a hot sexy man boyfriend to like me for all my flaws! ... I can dream if I want to :P

Well that's all I really signed on to say, I think I'll be updating this more frequently from now on.

My next post in a couple minutes will be with quotes and photography I like :) Recently, I've been digging the more psychedelic artwork -- the true pothead inside of me is trying to come out, haha.

I'm working on a piece in art class right now with differently colored tentacles sprouting from left and right and am trying to find a short and sweet, but meaningful, quote or saying to add to it. I wanted to write "Feel your mind unwind" because the tentacles are unwinding and twisting and some are free, but my entire art class might suspect that I'm a big-time drug addict.

Which is not true!

GOD DAMN.

PUSS PUSS

Fucking bimbos

"It's just automatic grilled cheeses!" Hahahaha, I love Chris~

But anywhoooser, I'm with my Russian, drunk on the floor.

Today was beyond perfect but now we are goign to share with you some of life's lessons and rules:

-Don't pass out with your shoes on

-And don't have sex if she's too gone

-Wear three condoms

Pretty much it. I love college.

Hahaha, I neeed mroe wine.

hi. i h8 u...toller8 u
woeeeeeeeee- not cool rita

you crossed the invisible line that divides sane and insane

whoas
who's kathy?

but anywhooooo, no more capitalization (i feel like suuuuch wa rebrl!)
today me and the boy i have liked for evur KISSED! and went out to lunch and went to the beach and stayed until i left even though we were all freshmen and he is a junior.. ths makes him sound like a loser but no. he is just really sweet. SO hah

wow

i just had more wine and it had cork in it and i can still like fee it in my mouth so i want to kind of puk e and omggmmm.d i'm typing with my head down because it feels better

hot pic

Butterflies

:D
I hope I'm not jinxing anything by posting this blog.. but the boy I've been crushing on asked me to go do soemthing tonight! I was hanging out with his friends, who are my friends as well, and he came over and he is so sweet. I think I'm going to meet him at the beach tomorrow, too... Ah he's perfect I hope I'm good enough. And I also hope he's not using me. I know this entry sucks but ahh.

... :)

Where civil blood make civil hands unclean

Shouldn't this picture just been in like a fairy tale? I looove it!

I want to go there and never come back.

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth.

This boy is the definition of sexmuffin. Today I heard about some girl who fucked her boyfriend in the Riverview parkinglot. I wouldn't have any objections if my boyfriend looked like either the man above or below this description.

Sleight of hand and twist of fate, on a bed of nails she makes me wait.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere

They're in eachother all along

Happiness is an angel with a serious face - Amedeo Modigliani <3

This makes me want to have a picnic!

...And salmon-colored tights and wine.

Please don't read my mind

I tell the truth to me

Hate the sin - not the sinner

I'm just after a glimmer

Obmamamamama

She woke me up with a "bang, bang"

Lookin' over crosseyed

Had a big hunch that the world was a big lie

I never knew perfection 'til

I heard you speak and now it kills me

Just to hear you say the simple things

Be open to whatever comes next. - John Cage

I woke up

And wished that I was dead

With an aching in my head

I lay motionless in bed

Will stop having dirty thoughts about English teacher.

Will stop having dirty thoughts about English teacher.

Will stop having dirty thoughts about English teacher.

R.I.P. Heath Andrew Ledger

April 4, 1979 - January 22, 2008

Tears and rain

Hah, if only it was this easy ^

You're a book written in ten languages, all beautiful, none of which I can understand

Un refresco con limon, que delicioso.

Trigonometry

Hello nonexistent readers,

It's 1:20 A.M., Saturday morning, and I'm doing math homework on two cups o' joe. I love staying up late, not having to talk to anyone or have to follow any rules (except for being quiet, haha). It feels so good to just feel independent and free for once.

Today was a fairly good day! Last night I babysat until 10, so now I have $60 to my name! :D
Recently, I love babysitting Kayla. It used to be so much work but now all we do is watch Jurassic Park movies, learn hand-clap games whatever they're called, and draw... and eat :). After I got home, I went almost instantly to bed which resulted in my not being sleeping as usual this morning. It was nice for a change. I also brought a bunch of healthy snacks to school to keep my blood sugar up all day in preparation for my first high school varsity track meet for Venice. I did okay at the meet, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 800 relay in 2:42... which is pretty good considering I haven't been timed or specifically practiced for the 800. I started out WAY too fast so I could never really "kick" at the end. But I did better than the other girl that ran, she ran the first leg in 2:44 and I think that's one of her best. She's very sweet though.

I really love running for fun and to relax, sort of meditate about life, but I hate competitively running with everyone watching. It goes back to the self-conscious aspect of my personality, I always want to please everyone. Can you believe I actually said "sorry" for my 2:42 today in the 4 x 8?!

God damn, I really piss myself off somtimes. But oh well, I'm determined to decrease it. I think I'll make my goal 2:32 this track season considering my best is 2:34 last year at counties...

Enough track talk! My life is confusing as of right now. (Though, not as confusing as Lucy's ahaha.)

Tonight after the meet, Giuliano came and picked me up. We drove to Ryan's and hungout there with like 10 other people. It was just chill, but I liked it. It's so funny how Ryan thinks I still like him so he tries to hug me every five seconds, he's like a nine year old on a sugar rush! In some ways it's flattering, though... But, back to my story! So we just hungout there for a while and then we went to go get dinner and bought Chinese food! Unfortunately, they didn't give us chopsticks or forks or napkins or anything... gotta love those cheap Asians <3.>All night, Giuliano kept looking at me and doing a shy kind of smile and stuff. He's really sweet but I don't know how it'd go down with everyone if I dated him... They're all so judgemental. But he keeps saying such sweet things, like check this text out: "You looked beautiful tonight. I just wish I had the guts to tell you earlier." The actual text looked more like this: "U look beautiful5 tonigght. I just wish i had had the guts to tek u earlyer." Hahah but he has a broken cell phone screen so I don't blame him. And he also sent me one telling me about how much fun he had and how sweet/cute he thinks I am... He really makes you feel good about yourself but that's also his hamartia.

Gonna post a photography/graphic/quote entry now! Africa, South America, Asia... Australia...

i am human.

i am human. i am young. i am tall. i am short.i am thin. i am fat. i am black. i am white.i am blond. i am brunette. i am rich. i am poor.i am a boy. i am a girl. i don't know. i am sexy.i am gay. i am bisexual. i am lesbian. i am straight.i am christian. i am jewish. i am muslim.i dream. i wish. i smile. i laugh. i cry. i hurt.i work. i play. i am a son. i am a daughter.i am a mother. i am a father. i make mistakes.i vote. i bleed. i love. i am here. i am me.

So,

I noticed that all my posts are about boys. But it's okay, I'm Swedish so I'm naturally sexual, and my parents are too so it's always just been normal. I don't know. Plus, I'm lonely. But whatever.
I would just like to scream off of the rooftops right now that this French kid I know is THE sweetest man ever. And when I say man, I mean it because he just turned 18. I've always liked him a little bit and seeing him so much lately and talking to him I realize how cool he is. And he always says "hey, beautiful" and "what's up, gorgeous" and somehow, deep inside, I can tell he means it. :D So it's 2:13 on a Sunday morning and I'm writing a blog about this... wooo.

My mum used to say to me, ‘you can’t have fun all the time,’and I used to say, ‘why not?’.Why the fuck can’t I have fun all the time?-Kate Moss

I also wanted to share my World History essay on Bohemian art in Paris in the 1900's because I think the book was really interesting and right up my alley. This is just my essay in the rough draft form, but whatever I just wanted to put it here so I don't lose it in the mess of my documents on my laptop.

(oh yeah, it starts on paragraph 2 by the way haha)

Alfred Jarry with his owl and his revolvers, Pablo Picasso the gentle anarchist, Gillaume Apollinaire the eroticist, Max Jacob and his men, the solitary Chair Soutine, and many more now posthumously acclaimed troublemakers and artisans inhabited Paris at the turn of the twentieth century (79, 18. 48, 33, 285). Painters, sculptors, musicians, poets, and writers of different countries and beliefs congregated in Montmartre and Montparnasse for one common reason, to live their lives for their work (xiii). These nonconformists rarely gave themselves to anything that did not assist their artwork, which often resulted in poverty, despair, insanity, and for some, death (195, 176, 301, 374, 296). The men and women of the Bohemian era in were hedonists and therefore believed in free love and self-indulgences that frequently broke the rules and customs of conventional Parisian society (143, 126, 127). Because they lived for the sole reason of expressing their creative talent, their lives were typically as flamboyant as their work. Unique habits and personalities like those of Amedeo Modigliani, Louis Aragon, and Henri Matisse shaped many of the renowned advancements in world culture ever to be known. The heroes of the Bohemian period were ahead of their time, and many of their life’s ups and downs can be identified in their work. To put it plainly, to reflect on yesterday’s artists is to admire today’s (xiii)

A substantial part of the reason that the Bohemian era of Paris was so significant was because of characters that both consciously and subliminally sowed the seeds to the tree of accomplishments in artistic creation. Movements such as Fauvism, Cubism, Surrealism, and Dadaism were shaped by the residents of Montmartre and Montparnasse ( ). Fauvism, for example, was first developed by ‘Les Fauves’ Henri Matisse and André Derain (66, 67). Furthermore, the development of cubism can be attributed to two men, George Braque and Pablo Picasso (89, 132). They were revolutionary, leaving romanticism behind and opting instead towards the increasingly prominent sciences (133). Dadaism, on the other hand, was based on irrationality and negation of the accepted laws of beauty (243, 244, 245). Surrealism, springing from Dadaism, was first conceived as a literary movement by Gillaume Apollinaire and later by André Breton and Philippe Soupault (304). Surrealism was preoccupied with exploring the unconscious by violating linguistic rules, to renew language’s primary function ( ). As these literary and artistic advancements were being crafted, world culture as we know it was being shaped. Although they may have seemed like a phase to people back then, they have inspired countless modern-day artists, aiding modern art in its growth.

It is no coincidence that numerous celebrated people and accomplishments in the world of modern art existed first in Paris, France. At the dawn of the twentieth century, it was ahead of its time ( ). The workshops, cafés, brothels, and streets teeming with people served as the artists’ canvas, allowing the individual to convey their artistic abilities in whichever manner they desired ( ). A large part of the reason why so many immigrants came to France was because it had a good reputation ( ). It was the first country to give citizenship and equal rights to Jews in 1791 (15). Later, in the 1900’s, it was widely renowned as a generous city, welcoming and open to foreigners. It was also tolerant and a vigorous enforcer of human rights ( ). Because of this, painters and writers galore swarmed to France, feeling that they could express themselves without restrictions that were present in their countries of birth. Some artists lived in luxury while others, lived from painting to painting ( ). These folks, however, did not merely walk down the side of the street; they walked down the center of it. There could not have been a better location for the birthplace of modern art.

Bohemian Paris confirmed many beliefs about the Bohemian period, assuring me and surely many other readers that its influences and movements still reverberate here in the 21st century. This period took Paris’ art scene and promoted unique style and technique which has become widely accepted. Artists contributing to this have made not only an impact on art in France, but on art around the world, and will continue to do so. Franck’s historical nonfiction book affected me greatly on the topic because it changed my view on what the artists that are so widely renowned were actually like by reading accounts of their private lives. For example, I learned how much of a bastard Picasso really was. I also learned of Soutine’s lack of hygiene and who threw the first punch when the Surrealists partied. My opinion on the book is that it was very vivid and engrossing, something I wouldn’t ordinarily expect from a book on European history. Despite its readability, I did have trouble finding a thesis and clear contentions because of the great number of facts presented. From the book I learned a lot of interesting facts about artists of the time, but I also gained knowledge on the larger picture presented, that of Paris’ enormous impact on modern art.

I hope you enjoyed that. I know it could have been better, I just enjoy writing evn though I suck. But you don't have to be good at something to do it, verdad?