Discovery

Current pressings upon my mind:

School. I have two classes I thought I'd have to take, but I don't. Then I found out I have to take another art class, though. That means I have to add three credits to semesters that are already packed full of credits.

So. This also nudges one door a little wider: Study abroad in the good land of Italy. It would potentially cover 6 Art History credits that I need to take, knocking off three credits from the next two semesters, each.

You follow?

AKA, if I don't take Art History during my next two semesters (if I do study abroad instead), then I have room for that art class I have to take, and all is well and good.

Potentially.


Another thing on my mind. The Scarlet Letter. I was assigned to read it during the summer before my junior year of high school for honors English. It didn't work out. I read Cliffs Notes. I took the tests. I listened to the class discussions. I was immersed in the plot from discussions as much as I could be and subsequently was surprised when I learned the plot twists by ear.

Ever since then I was curious as to how it all turned out in the end.

I wanted to read a book the other night. I browsed through Google Books' free books. The Scarlet Letter was there. And so began my journey into reading a book.

A BOOK.

I think the last book I read was the seventh Harry Potter a couple years ago. Tragic, I know.


I just deleted the final thing on my mind from this post and put it into my drafts. It is a discussion for another day. Just a string of thoughts from my brain that is unimportant and will not change your life, most likely. I have spoken too much on this post already, and maybe you didn't even make it through to where I am typing, now.


Pity that our modern society thrives on instant entertainment and instant gratification. Gone is the savoring of words and thought, and withering is the patience to sift through others' thoughts in order to discover our own.

Goals: Revised

Be(lieve you are) beautiful

Be(lieve you are) memorable
Be(lieve you are) kind
Be(lieve you are) pleasant

Be(lieve you are) happy
Be(lieve you are) thoughtful

Be(lieve you are) awake

Be(lieve you are) adventurous
Be(lieve you are) bold
Be(lieve you are) intelligent

Be(lieve you are) wise
Be(lieve you are) punctual

Be(lieve you are) well dressed
Be(lieve you are) well rounded

Be(lieve you are) brave
Be(lieve you are) attentive
Be(lieve you are) mindful
Be(lieve you are) creative

Be(lieve you are) rare

Be(lieve you are) inspired
Be(lieve you are) inspiring

(Because it is probably true.)

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Zion National Park, pt 1

It used to be an annual sister trip down to Southern Utah (See here, here, and here, if you so choose). But with sisters getting married, having kids, and moving away, it didn't really happen too much after a while. A couple years ago four of the five sisters were able to head down, and then this year again. Plus two of my sister's children.

Usually we go in February but this time around we were graced with April desert weather of ninety degrees. It was mainly bliss. (Coming home to what felt like twenty degrees was not appreciated. Nevertheless.) Unfortunately, we only hit two smaller hikes because of the heat and the kids and probably a little bit of laziness. Plus there was an outdoor pool at the motel, so nobody wanted to pass that one up. 

But let me just say. Sitting outside at night and being totally comfortable in shorts: absolute and complete perfection. I think sometimes I forget how much I actually miss summer nights. My soul loved it.

Upcoming: Revised

Things I am excited for:

Jaymay
France
Summer evenings
Ben Folds & Guster


All I have left to rely on is the weather and a bunch of band members.
This could cause some problems.

Shirts and School

There are some truths I just don't deal well with.

For instance, I have many winter shirts. And
I may have to transfer schools so I can be in a better Art Education program.

Neither of those things are things I particularly want to think about.


But I'd gladly go shopping for some new shirts.

Upcoming

Things I am excited for:

Jaymay
France
Summer evenings
Ben Folds & Guster

Reasons to Turn Down A Million Dollars

Yesterday I got off the bus at the transfer station. It was right after class, so I hauled my supplies across the station to wait for my bus.

I passed a plump man in a t-shirt, and he said something that I didn't pay attention to because I thought he was just talking. After about seven seconds of standing and waiting, the man started walking toward me saying, "You're just the person I need to talk to." I realized he had been addressing me, and I kind of shriveled inside realizing he was headed toward me. "Are you good?"Oh, heavens, I don't even want to know to what you are referring. I honestly thought for a fleeting moment he had me mistaken for someone or something I am not.

I just looked at him with a confused face, and asked, "What?" hesitant for the answer. He then pointed at my art portfolio, and I remembered that I had my supplies with me. "Oh... Um, I'm not that great. I am just in school for art." Please go away.

"You're a beautiful girl. Do you draw? Paint? Do you by chance do 3D art?"

"Drawing mostly..."

He then went on to tell me about his "children's" "book" he is "writing" and how he has "lot's of people" "helping" him with his "book". And also his plans to self publish this book. And how Pixar will buy it. Because it's a good story. Like Tangled, and all of those movies. He just needs an illustrator. Would I be interested?

No. No, I would not be interested. "No, I don't think I'm the person you want to talk to. I am busy with school right now and I am still learning."

"Would that still be your answer if this got you a million dollars?" he asked in his best salesman voice.

"...Yes."

"Oh, come on, I will post it online, then a dollar a click, and that's two million dollars there, and then Pixar will buy it... I would split the revenue 50/50 with you."

"No, thank you."

"Do you like to dance? Do you work out?"

"...I don't really have time for that." [I left out the part where I'm a lard when it comes to physical movement and how it's none of his business.]

"Do you like food? I mean, you look like you never eat."

Please leave me alone. I don't even want to know what you're getting at right now.

"So, is there a time we can sit down and talk about this?"

"No, I really am not interested."

Then I looked down at my phone that was receiving a "phone call". And I excused myself and had a "conversation" with "someone".

During my phonecall I said that I would "call her and call you back." Then I called my dad and demanded that he stay on the line with me.

Then the man got on the bus that I was going to get on. Needless to say, I waited for over a half hour for the next bus.