WHASSUP!!!???? :D
May 21, 2010
I’ve put together a couple (okay, WAY more than that) things (“sets”) on polyvore that I wouldn’t mind sharing.
(Made today.)
I think I made that yesterday? No, I think today.
Made today. I’m pretty sure.
That one I did make yesterday. The picture’s from the movie The Secret Garden which is one of those movies I would watch over and over again when I was littler. I have the book, but I’m not very far. I sort of lost it, too…
“Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones…” by DinosaurMuffin featuring Darcy Miro For Unholy Matrimony bracelets
Dream by DinosaurMuffin on Polyvore.com
(You’ve seen that one…)
ALIVE. by DinosaurMuffin on Polyvore.com
= me. by DinosaurMuffin featuring Marc Jacobs shoes
(That one was made to represent me.)
Look into this person’s irises; there are almost or exactly 50 pictures in varying sepia shades to make up the colour in her eyes. It took something like 3 hours…? I don’t know, this is an older one.
That one probably about the same time.
I don’t take credit for any of the individual pictures, photos, artwork in them, etc. because I’ve made them into a collage (type-thing) or whatever. It’s what polyvore is sort of about. (There are also tonnes of fashion sets on my polyvore account, but really, I didn’t think anyone would be interested in seeing them.) If you want to see more, (I skimmed over a couple of art sets and there are plenty of fashion sets) just click on DinosaurMuffin. (That’s my awesome username on polyvore. Way more a success at being random than brilliantbroccoli – my blog URL.)
I suppose a lot of drama has happened in my life this week but I don’t care enough to dwell on it anymore. I’ve written a little about it in my journal (I’m not done the journal entry) and that’s enough for me. What’s done is done and only for the better. Everybody makes mistakes and whatnot.
I got called down to the guidance councellor’s office (again) sometime (I think this week?) since a couple of my selected courses for next year have been cancelled since not enough people signed up.
Here’s what I was SUPPOSED to take (the ones that don’t have levels I can’t remember the levels of):
11 University English
11 University/College Math (they had me switch down from University last time I went into guidance)
11 Media Studies
11 Student Leadership (A Students’ Council only course, since it was basically getting course credit for being on the SC.)
11 Triology: Anthropology, Phsycology and whatever that third one is that escapes my mind at 11:43 PM on a Friday night.
11 University Physics
11 Physical Geography
11 University/College Art (highest level available seeing as I’m an artistic GENIUS. 😛 )
My backups were:
11 Drama
11 Art Store Course (I know that’s not the real name of the course, but it’s name escapes me right now and it’s more or less teaching you how to run a business in art: how to take inventory and such.)
BUT here’s the thing: the Media Studies got cancelled, much to my dismay. The Student Leadership course was cancelled aswell. The reason they called me down to have a chat instead of replacing those courses with both of my backups was because one of my backups was cancelled also. (Art Store was cancelled.)
So they switched me into Drama and I told them I’d do 11 (University?) World History from the 16th Century Onward. (Probably not the exact wording, but they’ve got something about it being from the 16th Century Onward in the title.) When we first were doing course selections, I remember panicking over which backups to sign up for, trying to decide between Art Store and World History. I’m really intrigued in history. The way I see it is that history is just like fictional stories you read or hear about, but it really happened and it happened, well, ages ago. And you could (or could’ve) met that person you’re reading about in that textbook or taking your picture by their statue. They were real and they lived life in the same world as you and I.
(I hope that makes any sense.)
Anyway, I’ve had a rough week with the exception of a school trip on Thursday to Toronto. We watched the play Romeo and Juliet at the Hart-something (Hartford?) Theatre on UOT campus. I absolutely adore how diverse Toronto is compared to my town. When I go walking in Toronto, you can see how different everyone is and realize that being different is normal in Toronto. You can be whoever the heck you want to be.
We were a half-hour late to the play (but somehow it didn’t start until we’d arrived) since our bus driver pulled the whole busload of anxious kids over at a rest stop (telling us not to get off the bus to go to Timmies’ or whatever) so he could have a little “smoke break.”
I said later about how unproffessional that was of him to an aquaintance. She told me I shouldn’t have such a negative view of people.
“I don’t have a negative view on people, just their actions sometimes bug me.”
“Hm. Food for thought.”
I took that as an invitation to keep talking. So I tried to (and failed) to explain my views on trust and mankind. (I don’t remember exactly what I said, but even I was confused by what I was saying, but it seemed she wanted to shoot down everything I was trying to say. It’s difficult to get someone who closes off their mind to other people’s opinions to understand. I have to admit, I am very stubborn when people try to change my views, but I still listen to them with an open mind and try my best to understand. Because understanding is the key to world peace. I wrote a very good explaination to why this is so last year in my geography class when we were working on spatial geography.)
Later, when I had my words together, I caught up with her when we were all walking back to the bus.
“I’m going to try to explain myself again if you don’t mind.”
She didn’t try to stop me, but still seemed reluctant.
“Do you know what unconditional love is?”
She mumbled something.
“Did you say ‘yup’ or ‘nope’?”
“No,” she replied.
“Okay, well you know how you love your family no matter-”
“No,” she interrupted.
“Well, can you imagine?”
A pause, and then, mostly mumbling, “Well, I can imagine, but-”
This time I interrupted her as she trailed off into unintelligible sounds again. “Well, what I’m trying to say is I have unconditional love for the entire human race.”
“I can’t understand that,” she muttered.
“I cannot hurt a single human being without feeling bad.”
“That I can understand.”
“… No matter what they’ve done to me or to someone else, I cannot not feel guilty about.”
“Well, I can’t say I agree with it-”
“Well, you know, all I ask for is an open mind. All I ask. You don’t have to agree with my views, you just have to respect them… I don’t have to agree with you at all but I have to respect you.” I should have added, ‘as a fellow human being’ at the end but I still think I got my message accross… in essence, at least.
We ate at a really good Thai food place that day and I tried dumplings for the first time in my life. They were FANTABULOUS. I LOVED them. It was really filling, too. I couldn’t finish it so I let my acquaintance eat some of the rest of my rice. Some of us had “ice cream” afterward when we were walking back to the place we were supposed to meet the teachers and the other students at a certain time. (You know those big blue freezer things in the corner stores with popsicles and Dibs and stuff in them? Well that was our “ice cream.” I had Dibs. It was a hot day so I enjoyed it.)
So yeah. That’s more or less what life’s been lately. I’d write more and more often but things have been kind of hectic lately… (and I’ve kind of been focussing too much time on Polyvore)
I haven’t been to a Students’ Council meeting in a while since I haven’t heard anything on the announcements about meetings in maybe a couple of weeks and neither the SC President or the teacher in charge has asked me in the halls, “Hey, [insert my SC nickname here which I’m leaving out because it’s derived from my last name], you coming to the meeting tonight/at lunch/today?”
They used to do that all the time.
The one time I waited outside of the Students’ Council room at lunch on a Monday (a couple weeks ago) the SC prez. came to the door and told me there was no meeting that day, but if I wanted to help cut out capes (yes, capes) to give away free for the upcoming Cape Day (yes, Cape Day) spirit day, I was welcome to.
So of course, I did. And I talked to people I wouldn’t normally, telling them how “All the cool kids wear capes!” I was so excited for Cape Day. I was going to get my Harry Potter fleece blankie and tie it around my neck. And then Cape Day finally came!
… and I forgot all about it until someone asked me where was my cape.
So upon suggestion of a friend I took my sweater off and tied it around my neck/shoulders by the sleeves. When the SC prez and a couple of her closer friends came around to count Spirit Day Participation, I asked them if I counted and one of them said, “Sure [insert my SC nickname which I am leaving out because it is derived from my last name]!” enthusiastically. We probably could’ve gotten a LOT more Spirit Day Participation points if more people knew that tying your sweater around your neck/shoulders could count.
But who really cares, anyway? We’re (somehow!?) ranking #6 on the “Home Form Cup Leaderboard” which hangs on the wall outside the SC room. (The “Home Form Cup” is where homeroom classes get points for spirit day participation and competitions for fund-raising or something else. We did a Winter Olympics thing while the actual Olympics was going on. I recall that the Accounting class beat a Gym class even though the majority of the events we cycled through were athletic events. I recall them getting cereal-box cardboard medals. The homeroom with the most points by the end of the semester gets a pizza party or a sub party or something of that nature.)
So. It’s 12:39 AM. I’ve been literally working on this blog entry non-stop since yesterday.
😛
Good night.
Alex Violet.
Dreaming.
May 16, 2010
Okay, so I made this thing on Polyvore today and I wanted to share. It’s sort of a picture with a whole lot of embellishments then a speech about all the stuff I’ll do with my life. (I’m copying and pasting the description.)
Today you think I’m the quiet one in the back of the classroom.
I was the “smart one” you never got to know.
I was “good at everything,” a good artist, a writer, and therfore good at all else.
But I really was good at art, and I loved to write.
I shocked you when you saw me in drama class.
I didn’t surprise you by being on the students’ council.
It blew your mind, though, that I was writing a novel.
A fifteen-year-old high school kid from a military town, wanting to write a novel. Ha! Imagine that.
No, wait. AND thinking it would get published. Now THAT’S humour.
But then it gets published.
And you read it just to see what the commotion’s all about.
You give up halfway through because the writing’s too deep for you.
You think it’s a load of crap.
You make fun of it for all your friends and act like you were my best friend back in the day when people ask you about me.
And then I start getting into politics.
You’re not completely surprised, since I was always a “smartie.”
But you always thought I’d be more of a math teacher.
Well, you know what?
I got a 52 in tenth grade math.
So shut up.
You thought I was the quietest person in the world; you even voted me “quietest” for the yearbook.
Well, you know what?
I got a 90% in ninth grade drama.
It wasn’t because I was really good at acting like someone I wasn’t, it was because I was good at relating to people.
There was always so many dimensions to my soul and so many different sides of me that you never understood.
And as I gain steam in politics, you vote for me because you doubt anyone else will.
Then I win the election.
I keep reaching higher, and I keep making bigger goals.
The funny thing is, I keep achieving them too.
And you think I’ve somehow cheated at life, you can’t believe I did all this.
As you sit there in awe, watching me being announced prime minister of Canada on television, you think to yourself, “How the hell did she do it?”
And you just can’t comprehend it.
So all you can think of to do is turn to the hundredth guy who promised to be with you forever, and say, “I knew her when,”
Because you saw my face when. You knew my name when. You knew the name of my school and for all I know or care, what street I lived on.
But the truth is, you still can’t figure it out.
You can’t figure out how I did all this, publishing books and leading the world, learning and dreaming while you were publishing “BOOOORRRREEEEEEDDDD.” a thousand times as your facebook status.
When you gave up on dreaming, when you decided these dreams were out of reach, you stopped reaching.
But I never stopped reaching.
I never cared how impossible you told me things were, because I knew and know the truth.
You can’t just sit there and wait for things to happen.
—
Alex Violet
I KNOW IT’S MIDNIGHT. BUT I GOT MY REPORT CARD TODAY.
April 28, 2010
Subject – My Mark – Class Average
English – 75% – 65%
Drama – 77% – 68%
Visual Arts – 83% – 75%
Canadian History – 79% – 72%
Not as far above class average as I thought but whatever. I got a test back from history yesterday and I got 84%. That’s got to bring my mark up to at least an 80%, right? I get an 80% = I get exempt from the exam = I win. At life.
My overall average is 78.5% which is a wonderful improvement. Last semester my overall final average was something like 68%. But I blame mathematics.
Alex Violet
Yoga Club + Something Humorous.
April 22, 2010
Today I had yoga club after school. I went to the meeting last week, but this time my friend J. came too.
We did yoga from a video this time and the person on the TV (Yoga for Dummies video) told us what to do instead of the teacher in charge. I liked it better when the teacher was in charge.
We did these “daily dozen” poses and the last one the teacher stopped the video at. We were all lying down in a comfortable position on our yoga mats (well, J. and I had towels which the teacher said works just as well) with our eyes closed and our heads all perfectly alligned with our spine and all that awesomeness.
The teacher put on this music which sounded Japanese (I think, I’m not sure) and then sat down and softly told us to relax and focus on our breathing and stuff.
Her voice was nice compared to the lady in the video because the lady in the video has a much more disruptive voice compared to the yoga club teacher’s who has a very quiet voice. It was easier to relax.
Last week when I was told to focus on my breathing, I wasn’t very successful. There’s something about when I focus on my breathing that it suddenly seems to go jagged or something. Or I get paranoid or whatever. So this time I tried to find my Happy Place and focus on that instead.
I always wanted a happy place but it wasn’t until today that I actually feel like I’ve found it. It’s in this comfortable place at the edge of infinite, staring off into our universe. There’s stars everywhere and they are more plentiful than the stars I usually see in the sky but they glowed just as bright, like little pieces of heaven trying to peek through the dark unknown of the neverending sky. The universe is so small and distant that I can barely see Earth.
I like it because when you’re that far from the world and all its troubles, you’re finally at peace with something. And that something just so happens to be a greater picture…
Whoa. That’s deep.
It’s late.
I’m tired and relaxed thinking about my happy place, so I’ll get back to you on the humorous thingermabob.
‘Night,
Alex Violet
Alex
The Insanely Awesomazing Life of Alex. 