English Project part 1

So I've definitely decided that I'm going to do a sculpture type thing for my visual representation of a book I've read for this quarter. In fact, I have the clay and I've started already. I'm almost a third of the way done with it, but had to stop due to not having tooth picks or other little detail tools. My dad just keifed some from Aunt Shelly, but I'll work on it again later. I've decided that I'll take pitcures each time I stop so Mrs. Coursen won't think I've taken someone else's work (hopefully). It's not perfect, but I'm very proud of myself so far :)
I give you...the Great A'Tuin (without any marks or detail yet)!



I'm going to start working on the four Elephants and the Disk after I get some more clay. The Elephants are going to be blocky, but it'll have to do since I'm not very talented :) The disk should be the easiest part, I just need to figure out if I'm going to have figurative water coming off the edges. I found this really cool picture that I'm trying to reference, but mine will be different in a lot of ways...already is in fact. I don't know about you, but it loks like a giant, glistening brownie to me...though it looks like it would taste terrible...

Nature is a Camera Whore

This was frozen onto our bathroom window. Yay for snow swan! :)

This is what happens when Mr. Warner doesn't get his coffee

He goes through coffee withdrawals and he gets sketchy...he comes up with random songs...and his Warnerness just goes through the roof.

Oh my leader, oh my leader,
Oh my leader Kleithenes!
You gave the power to the people,
Now we have a Democarcy!

Set to the rythm of 'Oh My Darling Clementine'

Every person in our history class was singing this song the rest of the day. He came up with a rap about Solon, Pisistratus, and Kleithenes...to the beat of Ice Ice Baby. Yeah, not kidding he performed what he had so far in in front of his homeroom in SSR and I wasn't sure whether to facepalm or learn the word and sing with him.

Goodbye Virgin Veins!

I was finally able to give blood, yesterday! *cheers and then grimaces at the red and blue bruise on arm* Of course I had to make the nurse check my veins before I got on the table (she actually remembered me from last time...when she and four others couldn't find my veins). I had some weird bumps on my left arm (I have no idea where they came from, probably just hairs or something) and she was giving me a look that said she thought I did drugs. Luckily I pulled up my right sleeve and she found a vein after poking around a few seconds. I was so happy! When another nurse led me to a table I was so giddy, thinking the blood would just flow right on out once the needle was in.

It took twenty minutes to fill one little bag. Yeah, my blood kept stopping and judging from the blood spots under my skin, the needle had shifted after the nurse had tried to readjust it a couple times. To try and get the blood flowing, I had to do a couple of different things with my hand, not just squeezing a ball. I took so long, someone who got on the table beside me about five minutes after I did was done long before I was. You know that question that they always ask you? Which is worse, the finger prick or the needle insertion? At first I said the needle prick, but after having a needle wiggling around under my skin for twenty minutes...I don't know. My arm was twitching and shaking when it was over. I wasn't alone though! Nope, I had Faith by me (she walked me over to get my food) and even Bryce came over wondering why I was taking so long when we got on the table almost the same time. The jerk even ate food in front of me (I was so hungry). But finally I was done and attacked a bag of Chips a'Hoy like a shark with blood in the water. I was stupid at lunch and got extra pasta and basically ate my lunch in ten minutes...which was not a good idea. I wasn't the only one though, both Bryce and I felt terrible (he ate a lot pretty fast too). I got better after I walked around though. I got home, watched a few recorded shows and collapsed on the couch for three hour nap...it had been a long day seeing as also I had to get up earlier for me new college class, going to the bathroom thanks to all the water I was chugging, and reading the wrong pages for English, and ranting about American authors and their need to talk about themselves. Blagh...but it's alright I guess. I missed Gym and Chemistry...so it's definitely not all bad.

Apparently I had the worst bruise people had seen from that blood drive, though I didn't get to compare with Sheetz. From what I heard she had a wicked shiner, though Jolie said mine was worse.

FML moment 275

There was a girl who had the hugest crush on her friend. She always hoped he would return her feelings. One day she received this text from him:

"I cant hide my feelings any more :(
I <333s U 2 death & I always will!!!!"

You can imagine how happy the girl was feeling at this moment. Visions of herself and her crush doing couple-y stuff and kissing everywhere raced through her mind and her thumbs were about to tap out a reply when her phone buzzed again, signaling another text.

"Whooops! Srry, wrong number! XD"

Allllllrighty then

I finished Stranger in a Strange Land...the ending was weird and so hippie spiritual I almost gagged. I don't really know what to think about this book. On the one hand it's thought provoking and insightful on the other it's 'oh my goodness, why the hell, I don't even-' Blagh...I think I'm going to hate writing a report on it, but whatever...it's one book done after all.

Now I'm deciding whether to read All Quiet on the Western Front & Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee or Tale of Two Cities & Great Expectations (since I have them both in one neat little package) or just something else entirely...

For the LAST time, they're NOT MERMAIDS!!!

Geez! How many people ahve aske me that after taking a look at my copy of 'Stranger in a Strange Land'? Too many. I can sort of see where they get it but come on, hasn't anyone ever heard of it before? I mean the cover has V. M. Smith under water with his arms crossed strangely and a girl (I hesitate to say it's Jill after what's been going on in the book...bit of a manwhore aren't ya Mike?) kissing his forehead upside down.
I'm 300 pages into the book and it's taking a weird turn...don't get me wrong, I really like it, but it's definately different from the beginning parts because Mike's becoming more aware.

Some of the world history is messed up and the slang the characters used just makes me want to laugh...but that's because the book was written in 1961. The concepts are amazing, though, and the author is a master of dialogue and characterization which isn't only limmited to this novel, in fact I just found out that Heinlen is the same person who wrote Starship Troopers. I'm pretty sure I'm going to use it for my next English reading project when I get it done...and if I do it early, I might be able to do 'The Brother's Karamozov' for the same project, but I don't know. I should be better prepaired this time :)