a sick day

I stayed home from school today, due to a mix of stomach cramps and my mom leaving for Boston. My grandma, her mom, just died 2 nights ago, she was 87. The last time I saw her was 2 1/2 years ago, and I hadn't known her very well. Her name was Sophia. I think its a beautiful name.
But so today was a lonely day of homework and music and a little painting and a little poetry and a little Mr. Rogers. I have a guitar body that I am going to paint, and supposedly it will be made into a guitar eventually. I'm excited.
I should be done with it in about 2 weeks, considering how picky I am. I still don't feel great, its almost midnight and I still have a lot of reading to do, something I was trying to avoid, but its inevitable it seems. This coming weekend looks a little uneventful, and I guess I'm grateful, but I've been spending so much time around home that I'm starting to get a little stir-crazy, cabin feverish. I can't beleive Spetember is on the way down, the home strtch. then...October? Heavens-to-Betsy. This is another year that zooms by so quickly, so quickly. Here is a cool picture of the moon, a couple nights ago. I just like pictures of the moon. Of space in general. I love space. Those big pictures of star-births and deaths and...man, my mind is blanking out right now. Those biiig universe books with mind-blowing pictures of space, the ones you look at and say to yourself "No way, that Cannot be Real!". Yeah. Those.

tidbits

I'm just taking a break from my homework for a minute. It's a slow Sunday, the after-the-party feeling, after Ava left this morning, and Anne's birthday party on Friday [Happy birthday today Anne!]. Hm, not feeling very talkative, so lets just do pictures.
Yesterday I got to play on the wheel and made a pretty little bowl. And just took a walk and found a pretty little flower.

The wind, it howls.

Weather is turning chilly and rainy. I don't know, I don't have a lot to say, I guess not much exciting has been happening. In school it seems the subject of individuality keeps arising, and I'm into it. I know my whole life I've heard the phrases "Be yourself" and "Do what makes You happy", but especially with impending college/the rest of my life hovering over everything, it really makes more sense to me now. Like, take careers. I don't want one, period. I basically want to drift around for the rest of my, always doing different stuff and learning different skills and trying different things. There's no degree for that. But I still want to go to college, because I've wanted to go ever since I've known what goes on there. Learning. But you don't have to go to college to get advanced learning. But I still like the idea of college. So much money, just for the idea. I don't know. I'll get there when I come to it. Right now, grades are great, and they suck, and I'm gonna get stuff done, but I just won't freak myself out about it, I don't know if I can, because I always reach a certain point of stress when I realize that life goes on, A's or C's or F's.
So to celebrate the wonderful weather, I spent a nice afternoon painting and reading and listening to music.
And with my brother possibly moving out soon, I've been contemplating to possibly move into his room, and make my room into an art/sewing/music room. And painting it pink, like this:

Because, in Ava's words, its "refreshing". It is. Like a easier version of my deep red:
Well, I'm off to yoga.

sooshey

Pineapple Sushi is good.
Basically seaweed, rice, pineapple, chives, and shrimp.
My brother made it for dinner.
Its another late night, this must stop. I spent the afternoon with friends, playing guitar and rain-walks and knocking down a bee's hive (that turned out to be empty).
Ah.

late nights. create lights. procrastinate. kites.

Well, here's to not doing homework.

-clink glasses-

To make the night a little nicer, we made a pot of Black-Orange Tea. Black chai tea, and when steeping, cut up an orange into slices and add to the pot. And then use the other half of the orange slices to make the teacups pretty. Super yummy.
And here's my mother's old sweater I stole from our garage sale, and wore today.
And this is picture I took above the tea pot, so the lens got foggy.

And its raining. Pouring outside. I have my window open to listen to the refreshing sound.

Unconditional Love

I am frustrated at:
my house
my room
my carpet
my lack of cooking skill or patience
my body
my painting
my homework
my song-writing
my math teacher
my busy weekends
my lack of resolve

But oh, do I love my typewriter.

if wishes were fishes...

Some days just aren't as sympathetic as others. Today was hectic-y, and I suspect tomorrow will be too, because my homework is starting to slip. I wish time would stand still for a while, to let me get caught up. I want to wake up early in the sunrise, do some yoga, drink some tea, sew some clothing, take a nice walk in the fall weather, sit and do some drawing, learn to make a new dinner dish, curl up with a book, and feel wonderful. That sounds like the perfect day.