Beauty

It is so hard to describe how gorgeous flowers are. Because all these words: pretty, dainty, beautiful, gorgeous. They never seem ENOUGH to just tell you how dainty yet beautiful they are. For dainty isn't beautiful enough, and beautiful isn't dainty enough.

So I have thought of a new word. Whypsiful. Doesn't that sound fairylike and not exactly beautiful, but you can see something dainty and hope filling and sometimes beautiful? So that is what flowers are. They are whypsiful.

You might think "hey, what is this sudden interest with flowers about?" I know that I have never given much importance to nature in my blog, but let me explain why. 

A few years ago, when my hours of homework were slim, I allways either spent my time reading or biking or climbing trees. I didn't bike for the exercise, really. Nor did I climb trees for the fun. I biked because I liked that time outside with nature and beauty and autumn or spring of summer or winter. And I climbed trees to be enveloped in a fairy like midst of COLOR.

And allways, during autumn, it's the time I realize how precious trees and flowers and nature is to me. Not during spring, for some reason, but during autumn.

By the way, it is NOT called fall. It is called autumn. Doesn't the word autumn just sound like music and the rustling of leaves?

Anyways, the reason of WHY I am starting to pay more attention is because I am rereading for like the gazillionth time the Anne of Green Gables series, which I like even better than Harry Potter for some reason. Yep, they are my favorite books. Anyways, these book allways make me realize how beautiful the world is and how unnecessary everything else is.

And so that I never forget how whypsiful spring is, I have decided to keep a flower vase. And maybe show you my flower vase. But the flowers will never be bought, and they will never be more than one or two, or, if little, a small handful.

I am using a glass for now, but as soon as I buy a paintable vase I will watercolor it (because watercolors are not so bright and we don't want to overshadow the flowers).

Anyways, here are some pictures of the rose I cut out, to show you how beautiful and whypsiful flowers can really get:

I am not going to say I am an awesome photographer because I honestly don't know whether I do or don't have potential. But this pictures do make me happy so!

The weird thing is that they look so spring! Living in South Africa, with the world turning orange around me, it's weird.

Oh. my. gosh

So, I will admit that I have been quite neglecting this blog as of late. But that's just because I have been working on My Needlesome Adventures so hard. And because school's getting harder and harder all the time. Phooey.

And worse of all is that I am not art journaling anymore. No, thank you, I haven't exactly left it. It's just I haven't done anything in it for the last month or so, and the notebook I bought totally... unmotivates me.

However, I am shameless enough to say this.

I have found the most awesome person at art journaling. Better than Donna Downey. OH SO MUCH BETTER.

That last one was done by a friend of hers. According to her blog (click HERE) she got the idea for these journals thanks to this book. Click HERE.

I am so totally buying a new notebook. And the book.

Oh my gosh, I feel really buy-ee today.

Fa shizzle

(BTW... that is the way that I have decided to end all of my blog entries. It just seems like a cool, few years old phrase. Not SO old, but not as new as saying... oh, I don't know. Sweet? It also sounds pretty musical and I looove music.

While on the topic of music. Today my science teacher for some reason put music on during class, and I totally recognized the band. I wanna be sedated, by the Ramones. I felt so proud. He didn't even pay attention. I'm guessing he doesn't like me that much. Harrumph.)

Note on Procrastination

Since I should be studying for tomorrow's math test, I will make it short and sweet.

Yesterday I was reading though some old yearbooks trying to ignore the English book sitting right next to me. And as I was reading a senior letter, I read this:

"And now, after months of procrastination, probably my skill best refined throughout high school, I sit down to write my senior letter."

I love it.

Because many times in my high school life it seems like the skill that I am working on the best is procrastination.

The fact that you are reading this right now proves it. And so does the fact that the textbook full of math problems have no answer. Yet.

And of course I don't wonder why I only get 5-4 hours of sleep a day. I just wonder why I can't actually start working until it's "tomorrow."

Sniffle

Seriously, this is just one pretty movie trailer. I felt so... weird watching it. I wasn't crying WHILE watching it, but I am now....

Clicke HERE to see

Anyways, what's going on in my life right now? Well, first of all, I got my first solid sleep in 2 weeks, which was great. It was a long time since I last slept 12 hours straight. I think this is greatly due to the fact that I don't have that many worries on my mind now, what with my sister's marriage gone now and midterms over and finally taking the decision that I hate track and will never go again.

However, there is one little detail about my life that I am not happy with.

I am reading way too little. I had to return Sherlock Holmes to the library and haven't read a single page of "Of Human Bondage" in a ton of time. 

This is NOT my fault, though. I have to read these 2 huge books for my English and Spanish class, and then, well, I am way behing on my scrapbooking and have to learn to knit, dammit!

I just had a revelation. 

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I won't read, I will stash my books and forget about them until I feel ready to keep reading. Because, duh, it seems 12 hours of sleep aren't enough to calm me down.

Without further ado, ciao. Have to go to this thing....

Sports Dilemma

As I hear this, I yet again hear "Poem #20" by Pablo Neruda for the like thousandth time. It seems like my English teacher doesn't realize that we can't memorize something just like that. Grrr. The poem isn't even originally in English. It's originally in Spanish.

Anyways, off my rant, and to what I really wanted to talk about.

This semester, I chose not to take Gym, and instead take Band and Drama. My school says that if I choose not to take Gym, I have to choose an afterschool sport, so that I stay fit. I chose track. I knew that our track teacher had changed, but I didn't expect our new track teacher to be such a b*tch. Anyways, I hate him to a point where I hate track now. Honestly, I don't like track now. 

A year ago those words would have been a joke.

Anyways, my point is that now that I am not goint to track, I had to decide WHAT ON EARTH I would take instead. I thought about volleyball, but then I thought "no, because it's the same days as track. And what if my ex coach sees me? Then I will be shouted at so much that my ears will ring for the rest of my life."

End of discussion.

So, what else could I take? I thought of ballet, and when I went to look at a studio that's near by, well, I was rather disappointed. You see, there is a class for teens like me, but only if you have ballet danced before. Since I haven't since I am like, 6, or something, I would have had to take the begginer's class. Which has no age by the way. Not only did it look incredibly boring, with NO movement, but every girl but one was beneath the age of 10. And anyways, since that would be the only sports I took, well... I don't want to end like an obese teen. The beginner's class looked more like... well, let's say, just too basic.

Never mind.

But still, the thought, what the heck do I do? And finally I have the simplest yet most boring solution: I will suscribe to the local gym. 

Period.

The worst part about all this, is that not only did I use to love Gym (yeah, yeah...) I don't do drama. No. I SING! We are going to do a musical but for the past month and a half I have only sung. And, I have a horrible voice, and it's boring.

Never mind.

xoxo,

whatever dark mood

Flickr

So... I am thinking about getting a Flickr account.

Whats so special about this? Thing is, even though I love the concept, I know nobody who has Flickr, and I dont feel like getting another account that I have to worry about updating. Yes, I do love updating my Facebook&Blog&Twitter, too much is just too much.

I dont know what to do! For the moment being, however, Ive no Flickr.