today

I finally hit the wall.
I broke down, much to my dismay.
I crashed and burned and all was not well.
The sting of disappointment is still burning, but i can see the light at the end


I cannot express how relieved I am to finally cross this day from my calendar.

memorizing a speech is hard work.
especially when you've written it yourself, because then you begin to hate what you've written and get frustrated.


or maybe that's just me.

when i have to much

time by myself, 

i go crazy.

it's a good think i look like i'm

twelve years old!

you know, since i'm turning 18 in about ten days 

but the big thing is tomorrow is tuesday january20th aka President Obama's inauguration!

aaaah

such a huge moment.

I'm just really hoping that he sticks to what he thinks is best and doesn't try to appease everyone because that's impossible and will just screw things up worse.

Although, i think it's near impossible to go down from here.

I think the whole U.S. is excited and hopeful, which is amazing and an entire different feeling than what has been going on.

So here's to Obama and the changing of times!

[i wonder if anyone caught the underoath allusion? haha]

new season of

best dance crew

holy shit it looks absolutely amazing.

hok and dominic from SYTYCD are on it

and a crazy ass flexing/contortionist group

even the clog group was awesome.

this season is going to be siiiick

blehhh

i'm still not finished with my speech for acadeca which is so not good, whoops!

bleh.

I'm so glad to be halfway done with senior year!  econ is done forever! haha, it was just annoying. not having Kaitlyn in any of my classes will suck though.

alright. i think i'm done complaining.

right now i'm watching jon&kate plus 8 because they're adorable, my favs being Leah and Alexis of course.

excited for the office, grey's, and private practice!

i think i'd watch tv and read all of the time if i could.

oh i got a hurrcut today

not that it looks great in this picture haha

I'm not your star

I'm not that beam of light​
Here to save your life

my motivation is lacking.

i'm waiting for that big bang of inspiration, and who knows if that is ever going to hit.

side note: the frozen yogurt place Nuyo is far better than big spoon.

can you feel the pressure

i want to go to a paramore show. 

this crowd succcks.

i'm ready for everything to be lifted off my shoulders.

i honestly can't wait for acadeca to be over. i'm not a person that stresses out and this is unwanted pressure that i really don't want it my life. just one more month!

i'm also waiting to be named varsity captain haha, i know it sounds egotistical or whatever, but i think that i would be so so so surprised if it wasn't amanda couch and me.

whatever!

i just have a lot of waiting to do

birthday in 23 days!

what is an artist?

What is an artist?

I've begun to ask myself this lately.

I call myself artistic, creative, but never an artist.

There are so many types of art that I enjoy, such as sketching, photography, and pastels, but I excel in none of them. Perhaps I am merely missing the big picture.

Maybe we are all artists in our own way; painting out the past , sketching out the path in front of us, and developing from the negatives.