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Hey Ho

Hey guys.  Sorry that I disappeared for awhile.  I was not exactly in the best of spirits after that last post, Fallout.  Granted, I started feeling better after a month or two, but I lost the motivation to write anything for the blog when I was stressing out about school and trying to pass my classes with A’s and B’s.  Considering how uptight I am, along with the high goals I give myself with grades, it was very trying for a while.  Tensions were high in my house, and my patience, normally thick, was running very thin with my siblings and parents.  I didn’t want to end up making nothing but rants and annoying the far out of you.  Recently, I’ve been trying to make my views more optimistic than the pessimistic ones I usually keep.  I want you guys to have hope for your futures and have bright outlooks.  I don’t want you to be negative like I am all the time.  I don’t want you guys to give yourself ulcers like I feel I do to myself sometimes.  As someone said before, it’s very easy to let negative thoughts in.

Once you have those negative thoughts in, it takes a tremendous amount of effort to get the positive thoughts back.

Now, on to the update.

My friend from the previous post, Fallout, (you know, the one that lost his dad?) has gone on to become a solo singer.  He’s actually doing well.  Big churches have started to book him, and he’s planning to make CDs for sale sometime either next month or in October. (or was it November? I can’t remember now…)

As for me, I’ve transferred schools.  I have to go to Southern Adventist now if I want to have any hope of being able to pay for that freakin’ expensive school.  I only got one year out of the two that I had planned on getting from the community college.  It’s a little disheartening.  I was hoping to spend more time with some of the friends I made there for at least one more year.  B was…not thrilled, when I broke the news to him.

But hey, on the bright side, I still talk to my best friend a lot over the phone.  I get to go to this school and get started on–drumroll please–ANIMATION!

I pretty much get to jump into it this fall.  Principles of Animation I consists of using hand drawings to get a grasp of the basics.  After that, I have no idea when the computer animation stuff takes over.  I know it’s there, I just don’t know when it’ll be there.  The only problem I might have is if I have to redo one or two art classes I’ve already taken at the other college.  I’m not too awfully worried about any of them except for 3D.

Did I ever tell you about 3D? 3D was a perpetual nightmare.  It’s basically making sculptures with limited materials.  You know what’s also limiting? The laws of Physics and Gravity.  That’s what.  I draw, not build. I do not want to do that class again. Never again! Never!

Meanwhile, I’m doing a very, very short summer class to get a head start.  Personal Finance.  I did a high school course way back when, but the college course is actually much more informing, even though it’s packed into four weeks.  Guess what? I have all A’s! This coming week is the last, but the break will be short lived.  After that, school officially starts.  Bright side: Everything will be much slower, and all my classes are in the afternoon.  That’ll be a relief.

So, that’s what’s going on so far.  Hopefully I can keep a regular update schedule this time.  Don’t hold me to that, though.  My internal schedule is erratic as heck.  (I also updated the about page that I forget to even touch when I made this blog.  Oops.)

Until next time.

Obliviousness

You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?

Flowers? On my doorstep? It must be for a present for Mom.  Or perhaps it’s for my dad.  One of the two sent the other flowers, I thought.  I know on Valentine’s day, Dad gave Mom crisp, fresh roses to her.  These were the same kind, but yellow.  I smell them, albeit too closely, and pay for it with a sneeze.  It was worth it.

I go inside and at once call my mom away from her computer.  However, she says it’s not for her.  Dad would have left a note.  She didn’t order any flowers either.  I realize it’s probably been delivered to the wrong house, and wonder who it was really meant for.  The thought never even crossed my mind that it was for me.  I couldn’t even begin to think who would send me this cheesy, yet sweet token.  I laugh, and wonder if I should just recycle the flowers and give them to my neighbor’s mom as a token of appreciation, since it was unlikely I would find the true recipient anywhere nearby.  It was a bit saddening, though, to know the person who was supposed to get these flowers wouldn’t.

Fallout

Do not read this post if you are happy and optimistic.  It will immediately bring your mood down.  I repeat, do not read unless you want to be depressed as I am at the moment.

 

I got up at about one this afternoon.  Daylight Savings kicked in today, and when I looked at my clock, I thought it was twelve.  I was far too groggy to really care.  I suppose I should be happy that I got the extra sleep, but in all honesty, I feel nothing but a void.  Last night’s event took a toll on me, as have all the deaths of the people I care about.  These days, it feels like it’s just one death after the other.  I’m so tired of it.  So tired of it all.

Possibly one of the creepiest things happened that day.  According to my friend, his dad turned and smiled at my friend’s aunt.  He died right after.  It was like he knew it was going to happen.  He even said, right at the beginning, “I didn’t come to sing.  I came to preach.”

One minute, he was preaching at the pulpit, full of energy as ever when he does so.  The next, he fell over, literally dropping dead.

He didn’t suffer, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about the fact that he’s gone.

I know where he went, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

That evening at the hospital, I spent most of it walking around, attempting to avoid everyone while I tried finding an outlet, something that would make me stop tearing up and wanting to shout at the sky.  The broiling emotions were driving me stark raving mad.  I couldn’t handle it.  I couldn’t stand everyone having to see me cry.  I wanted to be strong.  My friend and his mom needed me, and I was nearly as incapacitated as they were.

I finally found a way to get rid of it after a bit.  I watched where my friend would walk, and took the path he never took down to the lower garage area.  After I was certain no one was nearby, I started kicking and punching the concrete wall as hard as I could without seriously hurting myself.  It hurt, to be sure, but I didn’t break any bones or of the sort.  I made my knuckles red, and possibly my foot too.  They throbbed for a bit  The following adrenaline rush actually calmed me down, and I no longer felt the need to hurt the innocent wall.  I kicked mostly with my right foot, so I limped for a few minutes before I could fully use it again.  The rest of the night was filled with me going back and forth between being emotionless and crying.  The only time I went back to being angry was when I finally got a hold of my mom.  My phone had died trying to find service in a dead zone, leaving me with no way to contact anyone.  I managed to get my step-dad, and tell him where I was at before we went to the hospital.  Other than telling him that my friend’s dad had had a heart attack, that was all.  It was the truth, at the time.  His heart had stopped when he fell over, but a lady came over and told me the medics got him back.  So, I felt no need to tell him he had been dead when there was still hope.  At the hospital, the few people there for the first hour or so had no working phones, and since I had gone across the state border, I couldn’t call home.  Hospital phones won’t let you call a different area code.

When my mom called, after all that time I took to withhold my emotions, I broke down again.  I shouted at another wall He’s gone! while kicking it with all my might.  Little did I know until I looked, my friend was much closer than I thought.  I hid my face as I cried some more.  He and his family needed me, and I couldn’t control myself.  It made me feel so helpless.  My mother tried to comfort me, telling me that was how life was.  I’d heard the same line so many times, it’s no longer comforting.  It just makes me angrier.  I don’t care! I shouted into the borrowed phone, and Mom just said she knew.  She knew I didn’t care.  She still tried to calm me down.  It worked to a certain extent.  Tears were still dropping down my face, but I was slightly less angry at the world.

By that time, my mom told me my step-dad was on his way to come get me.  However, it took them awhile to track me down considering I had no phone.  They had finally found out where I’d ended up, and my step-dad had just started out out not too long ago.  I was saying sorry over and over because I knew I had worried them with the mere fact that they hadn’t been able to call me, and that I was at the hospital.  I have been at the hospital for other people far too many times.  At the very least, my mom knows the negative impact it has had on me.

Everyone at the hospital was finally leaving.  I was going to be stuck alone, and I knew it.  I welcomed it, though.  I could finally be truly alone with my sadness, not having to worry about anyone seeing how much wreckage I hid.  They were all leaving at the emergency entrance while I was going to be picked up at the main entrance.  I told my friend goodbye, since I wouldn’t be seeing him again for awhile.  His cousin didn’t want to leave me by myself though.  I applauded his sense of responsibility, but in all honesty, I wanted to be by myself.  I told him where I was going to be, and, while no one was paying any attention, I took off.  I thought that if I was stubborn enough, he’d forget about it.

I was wrong.

He and my friend came back and waited with me.

On the one hand, I was annoyed, though I didn’t show it.  He also thought I was sixteen until I corrected him.  On the other hand, I was actually glad I still had them waiting with me, even though my friend was still on someone’s phone talking.  It was his way of not having to think about his dad being dead.  I kind of wish he would’ve talked more to everyone else, though.  It feels like now that was his own way of bottling up his own emotions.

When I got home, I felt completely devoid of emotion.  I was a little hungry, but ended up finding out that I was running on empty.  I ate a whole can of chili plus two slices of pizza.  I had skipped breakfast and had no lunch.  At the time, I honestly didn’t feel that hungry, and most of the time not at all.

My mom and step-dad tried to cheer me up by playing a movie.  I felt little comfort in watching Thor 2, even though I’ve been wanting to watch it for awhile.  Granted, I got some laughs out of it, and it brought out some geek moments in me, but otherwise it was hard to enjoy it.  The death scenes affected me more than they should have.

I went to bed without changing clothes, trying to shove out everything that happened.

One minute, he was preaching at the pulpit, full of energy as ever when he does so.  The next, he fell over, literally dropping dead.

He didn’t suffer, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about the fact he’s gone.

I know where he went, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

How.  How is it that a day that started out so well, with so much fun and laughter abounding,  ended with so much misery.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was a vague thought of what would’ve happened if it had been me that fell over, having passed out; not dead.  I don’t know why.

It was just a thought.

If only the whole day was just an unpleasant thought.

If only.

Mirror Universe

There are days where I’m convinced that there’s another universe or dimension on the other side of my hallway mirror.  I’ve stuck my hand on it, thinking I should fall through it, only to encounter a stubborn barrier that refuses to get out of my way.  I think if I spontaneously lost all reasoning, I would just keep smacking the mirror until someone pulled me away or I fell through to my other universe.

On these days, I contemplate what the other universe would be like.  Would everyone’s personalities be flipped? Would they be the same? Would a key element be missing from the picture, say someone not ever having existed? Would it be the same old world, or would it have superheroes, monsters, magic, or all of the above? One must wonder.  And, often in my wondering, I think that maybe, on the other side of the mirror, is another me, wondering and contemplating the same thing, always in sync, always there when I am, always going to and fro of that mirror.  Whether she’s going to do the same thing I have in mind, I don’t know.  I just know she’s always there, along with anyone else that may cross paths with that mirror.

And now I wonder, what would happen if the synchronizing was broken? One died without the other’s knowledge.  One would be without a reflection, forever feeling like an undead vampire when they look at the mirror, minus the lust for blood and aversion to the sun.  That one would wonder, what happened to my reflection? They may wonder endlessly, where did it go? Why did it disappear? This makes no sense! Forever pondering why it’s gone until they die themselves.  I wonder…

Stressful Morning, Okay Day.

Oh freakin…Lord help me.

My mom is going to kill me if she sees the B’s I made on my Term and Essay Exam.  It’s only the first one of the semester though, and no matter what, I’m going to keep being optimistic.  I still have a chance to raise it up to an A with the other two Term exams and the rest of the Essay Exams.  The only problem is that my Mom has been on my tail about keeping my grades up for awhile.  If my GPA drops below an A, I lose one of my scholarships and my membership to Phi Theta Kappa.  I really need the money if I’m going to transfer to Southern Adventist.  They’re really expensive! About $24,000 if I remember correctly.  But at the moment, I’m not so worried as that as I am about Mom getting a hold of me.  Oh God…I’d rather not get my head chewed off for the thousandth time this month…

I also accidentally fell asleep in Psychology this morning.  That’s unusual considering that I find this class pretty interesting.  Plus, unlike a certain friend–B.–I want to retain this knowledge.  I want to use it for my stories and characters, make them more complex, more relatable, more–just, so much more!  People are more often than not completely  different than what we expect them to be, and act differently than we think they would.  Personalities can be contrary, and outward attitudes may deceive on how a person really thinks.  Slowly but surely, I’m learning that now, and not just because of this class.  I guess if anything I’m just tired.  Five hours of sleep is not enough for me.  I want to go to bed earlier, I really do, but it’s just not possible.

I went to the library after class to get resources for my research papers.  Then my stomach virus decided to suddenly disappear and give me back the feeling of hunger as soon as I sat down.  While the thought of food was making me somewhat queasy, not eating seemed to be make me sicker.  Let me tell you, that was so annoying, I almost got up and headed to the cafeteria then.  Almost.  I ended up ignoring it for an hour and a half.

After that, I headed out on campus to get food.  I ended up staying for two hours with B. and some of the people who are coming with us on our trip.  We were discussing some possible changes to the schedule, and from there, it just went nuts.  There are a few people who have similar names, so one of my friends who is coming came up with the idea to use Final Fantasy characters as code names.  She got Genesis, B. got Cloud, and I got Yuffie, which I’m not sure is a good or bad thing considering I’ve never played anything from the series.  The few others who were there with us got names too, but I don’t remember what they were.  It didn’t stop there.  References abounded as we talked about various shows, video games, anime and manga, as well.  One prime example was when one of them started talking about Sherlock.  I haven’t watched the third season though, so I had to sit there with my ears covered “la la la”-ing until it was over.  Another was when “Genesis” was talking about how Crisis Core was one of her favorite games and was looking forward to Final Fantasy XIII: Lightning Returns.  For all that anime and manga that she goes on about, she doesn’t like Pokemon for some odd reason.  Go figure.  Geeks, we are.  Care, do not.

I had to leave early today to deposit my financial stuff for school.  It took longer than it should have.  Much longer.  the software I use to keep important information didn’t sync all my info with my phone, and made me take the long way around, which even that didn’t work.  Luckily, my Mom was with me, and she used her phone that actually cooperates to get the information that I needed.

Store.  Home.  Nap.  Then geek step-dad who thinks that software I use is not syncing because it is somehow my fault.  Other than that, it was an okay day.  A pretty funny one too.

Start of the Week

It’s been a bumpy start to the week.  Just yesterday, I had a 24-hour stomach virus.  Luckily I only puked three or four times.  I consider that very lucky in my case.  My poor little brother and step-dad were sick with me.  Even with that, I had to persevere long enough to finish my art project for Drawing II (it’s done by the way! I’ll post a picture of it later, but I’m going to end up tweaking it over spring break).  The stomach virus is still hanging around, because I didn’t have much of an appetite when it came lunch time.  I ended up forcing myself to eat a pizza so I wouldn’t regret it later.  My usual in-between snack is a plate of french fries sprinkled in seasoning, however, I ended up forcing that down too.  Right now, I’m trying to focus on making this annoying Fantasy Island project in 3D Design, which entails everyone making an Island or an object made out of cardboard.  I’m a  drawer, not a builder dagnabit.  This was actually assigned last week, but I’m still struggling with getting the base up.  At the moment…It’s…let’s just say that I’m glad everyone seems to be on the same page as me so far in terms of progress.

In other news, the play that I was going to be in has been postponed until next semester.  It’s not a big deal, really.  It’s actually for the best since I’ve already got so much on my plate.  Plus, somehow my friend B. got hooked into playing the judge in this play.  On the plus side, we get to keep our scripts, which will let us practice over this semester and the summer, and hopefully by that time we’ll be near ready to go.  It’s odd.  Honestly, I didn’t think B. would be into this kind of thing.  The play is set in the 1950’s, and is centered on Freudian psychology mostly (or at least the idea of it).  What I think got him though was the Judge’s character.  The Judge is a bit, eh, quirky, is the only way I know how to put it.  I’d give a quote out of the script, but I think B. unintentionally stole it, and I wont’ see him until tomorrow morning.  Yeah.  I hope he doesn’t turn that into a habit.

Also, I should go ahead and mention that me and B. are planning a little something for Spring Break.  In the Art Studio, the students taking drawing classes, 2D, 3D, and any of the Art History classes can sign up for a trip to New York City.   This year, they got enough money to take a plane trip all the way there.  The trip includes eating at different restaurants like Chinese and other types of restaurants that I can’t remember.  Also, since this is technically a school field trip, they also get to visit all sorts of art museums down there.  Guess what? Me and B. aren’t going.  Why? Well, for one, we can’t afford it.  Two, I thought about it last semester, and chickened out at the last minute.  Oh, and I’m kind of glad I’m not going.  I’m afraid of airplanes.  Deathly.

So! Our trip involves going to our nearby big city and going to restaurants as well.  Also, we’ll be going to the local art scene, going to the mall, the arcade, and all that jazz.  Plus, since the majority of us (OK, all of us) are total geeks, we’ll also be blowing our money on comics somewhere along the way.

Now, I’m just sitting in front of my Xbox hoping the smell of pizza isn’t going to make me sick.  I think the most I can eat of that is maybe one slice.  And then the cheese sticks.  Oh the freakin’ cheese sticks!