momma said i was born backwards.

art class

the class that i adore the most this year has to be art. even though, english is up there, im not going to be talking about english in this post. i hate academics, if i could choose, i'd be doing creative things all day. because of academics, i have no time anymore for piano. and because of that, i don't do well in my lessons, so therefore, i hate piano now, which is sad. i used to love piano, mostly because i'm pretty good at it and when your up there at the piano presenting a song for an audience, the thrill feels great. then after it's finished and you look up and take a short breath then bow and the whole audience is clapping and congratulating you and even giving you flowers...yeah, i lovED piano. my next recital is next week and i haven't practiced in a while because exams are coming up and yeah, i'm going crazy about then. but this post isn't about this shit, so idk why i'm sidetracked. this is about art. i was washing my hands to rid myself of paint yesterday and the paint was barely sliding off my hands, and the water was of my paint colors. it looked so beautiful and i thought to myself, wow this could actually be a nice picture. i wonder how many times i've passed by beautiful objects and sceneries and never gotten the chance to think .. "wow."

i hate making the wrong decisions.

it sucks when you're standing there with your jaw metaphorically hanging open and your mind is blank. it's the worst feeling in the world when you don't know what to say and after it's way too late to make up for all the words you couldn't say.

i was sitting in front of my computer thinking about how long its been since i've written in my blog. i wanted to write about my VERY best friend and then i thought...wow...it's obvious. it's honest to god, my parents. i mean, highschool is only 4 years, after that we're out. we'll all separate and the so called best friends we have now won't be our best friends for the rest of our lives, well that's rare. so yes, my parents are my best friends. i feel bad for those kids who spend most of their time fighting with their parents. there's no point, i realized. either way, you're parents can't stay mad at you forever and you can't stay mad at them either, so there's no point of fighting, you'll make up anyways.

you can pick up 4 out of 5 wires, aiming for just one.

and those four were the ones that were not.

been watching skins. liking it.