Sasquatch

Day one.

I just got home.

Planned Poethood

This picture was taken in English class while listening to people being
taught about how to emphsise words. I was about to say learning, but
that would be false.

Today after school Sean and I went to the Rock for Shayla concert a long
with a ton of other people.
Planned Parenthood had a table there and by the time I got there they
only had pens and fridge magnets and a single condom. The fridge magnets
were similar to the poetry magnets where there is one word per magnet,
only with words like education, equal, strength, sex, access,
parenthood, challange, strong... one said Roe v. Wade. They wanted to
put abortion on a magnet, but figured it would offend too many people.
So they went with the safer more historical option. (Pictures once I
have them.)

Daniel played there. So did Esther but I missed her! I can't belive it.
I knew a lot of people there considering how few people I feel I know.
Maybe I'm just wrong.

I got another awesome poster. The colors are crazy and its just
surreal.

I love you, good night.

Cloud Nine

This picture was taken out my window. The clouds were so beautiful. This picture really does not do them justice.


I started tearing up in history class because Mr. Price was telling us a story about when he went to China. He saw these kids and was going to give them a balloon and they had never seen balloon before. I tried to think about seeing something so simple for the first time, and then watching it pop. The joyful reminder of fragility.

House

A former New Orleans resident, Torrey, who's my best friend's sister, asked if this house was still there. I really wish it is because I have always loved it.

I finished my game today and will post it once I can. Its okay. I want to tweak it to make it harder.

Today in Freshman Focus we were supposed to write a letter about our first year in high school. They kept asking questions and only two of them were really even close to being academic related. All I could talk about was how unproductive and seemingly useless the past school year was. I believe my friend Jesus put it best after I told him there was a lot to say but I didn't know what to say. There are two sets of high school memories. Those you can freely talk about, and those that you would never turn in to an essay for school.
Many things came to mind, but this is going in my portfolio. I don't want to talk about how my teacher almost gave me detention for not standing up for the pledge,how I think the math curriculum is ridiculous, those times after school where we just hang out for hours as if we have no lives, or the laws broken, the time I slept under the stars at the railroad tracks with gifts from hobos.

They ask you questions about the kids you hang out with. And they want your stories. Why? I don't want people reading that in my school portfolio. Now I'm posting it on the internet. How stupid of me.

Reform

Taken from outside my house. The orange flower has lost its petals now.

I set up a photo-shoot for my friend Synthia Jaymes.
She's probably going to model for extra money and is certainly capable.
I've never seen a bad picture of her, honestly.

Tomorrow I have my Flash class for a long period and I believe I will be able to finish my game tutorial.
I will post it on here once it is done.


Its my 5 month-aversary. I'm so very happy.

In case you were wondering... "Il y a place pour tous sous le soleil," means there is a place for all under the sun.
Part of the purpose of this blog is to find out mine. I went into High School thinking it would be my place to take many electives and find out what I love. But now that I'm here every one says "Oh that's what college is for..." I'm frustrated with that, and I don't want to wait 3 more years.

Selah

This picture is from when Sean hit the Carnie Machine that noone seems
to know the name for. He hit it 100% three times, but they only gave two
prizes. Crazy Carnies.

It was a wonderful day on saturday.
Carnival rides and fireworks alone. Or what seemed like it.
I had something happen. A first.

So when the fireworks started it we were at the taco stand buying burritos and Jarritos, a Mexican pop that's pretty common in Yakima. Sean was freaking out because he wanted to be somewhere. I didn't know where, it was a secret. So when we got our plates and glass bottles, he started running, and I followed. We arrived at a small storage shed in the park, I left my hoodie and soda on the ground, and we climbed on top.
It was perfect. We sat and watched the fireworks, I don't know how long. There is no way to describe the amount of time. It was long and drawn out but short and succinct at the same time. It was just perfect. When it was about time to go, we hopped down and I grabbed my bottle and headed to the garbage can.


"Stop."

An authoritative voice that wasn't directed at me, of course. And even if it was, I was going to keep walking. I motion Sean to follow me but in trying to not let whoever it was behind me see, Sean didn't either.

"Stop!"
Its louder and meaner. And closer! I turn, and there's the guy behind me. Before I know what's going on he's talking into his walkie-talkie. He mutters to me but I miss the first part of what he was saying and all I hear is "...and I saw you up there, too." Too? As well? Well I can't deny climbing public property, but what else did I do?
"Is everything alright?" Sean asks, and the cop tells him to back off. A series of questions from both ends.
"What are you doing with that and why were you hiding it?" Pointing to my bottle. At this point the group of kids who had been near us, smoking and who knows what else, begin to move away.
"I'm done with it I was going to throw it away. I wasn't hiding it. (It was in my hind, fully on display.) Do you want it?"
"No I don't want it! Let me see that." Word to the wise, don't say you don't want something, then ask for it in your next sentence.
I hand it to him. He holds it up to his nose.
"This is alcohol!"
"Thats not alcohol! Its pop! I got it at the taco stand There's no alcohol in it at all."
"I can smell it!"
"Let me see that!" A man behind him speaks, he's not in uniform but the cop hands it to him. "This isn't alcohol."
"I can smell it!"
The man says what I heard as, "Its fruity and sweet! This is not alcohol. I've been drinking for twelve years, and this is no alcohol!"
Thank you! Some one who actually knows what they are talking about.
Someone who is competent!
"I have not been drinking or anything!"
"Yeah. I know."
I'm nearly out of my skull. Is he going to chew me out for climbing the building next? "So can I leave?"
"Yeah, yes, whatever."
So I leave and Sean asked what happened.
"He thought my soda was alcohol."
"Thats it?" That was all.
No other reason. And a waste of stress on everyones part.
If it had not been for my favorite drinker in the world I would have been... arrested? Taken to juvenile hall for the night?
So many questions.

In the mean time, Sean and I are in the developing stages of a video blog. This should be fun.

Good day to you.

First

The picture was taken at the intersection by my school.

Today the Rabbi of my families monthly-temple will be coming for the weekend. [EDIT: Turns out my mom was wrong and she did not have to spend the weekend in our house.] I'm not really looking forward to it as I'll have to have my
good little jewish girl mask on, while honestly those three could hardly be debated on my standards, let alone theirs.

I hope I can go to the fair tomorrow. I would be with Sean so it should
be fun.

Today in school:
Science: finished active metals and acids experement.
Math: work due monday.
FF: nothing as usual.
English: Turned in nothing despite all the packets that I stayed up
doing that WERE due today.
History: sub. Map quiz.
Lunch: happy birthday Taylor.
Digital Design: half naked girls being oggled over by the two boys to my
left... no names to be said causing pervy questions to be asked. It was
funny.
French: Le Petit Prince

I'm very happy that it is friday...

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