time, oh time, where have you gone?

Well, as you've probably noticed, I haven't posted anything of any consequence recently? Why? you're inner yearning to know about Sophia's life is asking. Because somehow this little thing called 'school', tied together with another little thing called homework (little, in this case, meaning huge of course) has entirely devoured all my free time. Eaten it all up. So I literally feel like screaming sometimes when I start dwelling on all the things I could be doing as I'm on the 2nd step of a 12 step algebra problem. I will admit, I'm easily distracted. There I'll be, sitting on my bedroom floor with my science book open, writing by the light of my closet (because it's the nearest thing to descent light I have in my room) and I'll just start singing, unconsciously trying to chase away horrific lack of music. Lack of music = my attempt at getting work done. But that never works, because I simply can't go without music...
So I'll start singing and I'll stop writing and before I know it I've sung through the entire 3 minute song and wasted all that time that I could have spent writing about why positive charges exist or some such nonsensical stuff....And right now is a great example of me being easily distracted...I just stared a scratch on my computer desk for about 2 minutes...

Back to the main subject: I have art class right after school on Mondays, piano right after school on Wednesdays, Kids Club right after school on Thursdays, and usually, though this isn't at all a bad thing, spur of the moment fun stuff after school on Friday. So...that leaves me with Tuesday. The only day I can just go home and drop my backpack on the floor and change into comfy clothes and pick up my guitar and try to pick up a sense of accomplishment when my fingertips start hardening up.

I love Tuesdays.

Second quarter is about to begin. One down, three to go...

Homework continues to rob me of any sort of happy life (that was a little exaggerated) I continue to cherish any sort of free time I get, and I practically sprint out the door every Friday.

I get to bed too late, and wake up too late, so I have to rush rush rush to get out the door on time. I haven't found any time to read - for pleasure, at least...plenty of time to read about the architectural motives of the Egyptians - in about 3 weeks. and that just makes me depressed.

October trudges on, along with my life...

Sigh.

me trying to get my time back.

mixed media

these are just a couple examples of mixed media.
mixed media is a technique involving the use of two or more artistic media, such as ink and pastel or painting and collage, that are combined in a single composition.
i love it! there are so many possibilities with this kind of art, and you can basically do anything you want and it'll look good. sometimes I'll try to create some of my own, bring every paint I own, magazines scissors, paper, newspapers, everything I can think of, into the garage and make something - cool. I'll attempt to at least.
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"I'll eat you up I love you so."

{just a side note: I'm really mad right now because it's almost 12:oo and I have to retype this whole thing because my internet just had to die on me and make my poor tired fingers and eyes suffer through this whole thing again. venting accomplished.}

I've watched Where the Wild Things Are.
And? ....me and my older brother swerved into oncoming traffic, me screaming and clutching at our sugar supply of Symphony bars, m&m's and coca cola products. I don't really know what the hurry was..."We're 10 minutes early, AHHH!" but moving on. we got there, met up with the small group of rumpus approving friends, and then stole the good seats with the railing in front of them so we could put our feet up in luxury. so low and behold, after a long line of 7 minute trailers that leave everyone thinking, 'wait, what am I here to see again?' the rumpus began. I knew I liked it from the start. it was cute, then sad, then exciting, then cute, and so on and so forth. the really, really random humor and realistic situations acted out by big furry wild things made me laugh through most of it - plus I was sitting near Annie whose presence just adds hilariousness to absolutely anything. I liked it....but it was kind of weird. like, I'm sure all the little kids loved it 'cause, well, there's all these monsters throwing dirt at each other and smashing trees, so...but then you've got to teenagers and old people, and we're all sitting there with our heads in our hands, unconsciously trying to work out all the deep themes and inner meanings and symbolism... but that's okay! 'cause despite that little detail it was a great movie. ....even with all the insane amounts of deepness.

'let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...?'

alright - this is officially freaking me out.
snow in october?! really? truly?
yes.
there had been rumors circulating about snow on friday, but, of course - it came thursday.
there I was, sitting in Kids Club (it's this afterschool kids program at my youthgroup's church, pcm - most of you who are reading this probably know all this already but just for the sake of any poor wanderer who doesn't...) and I look out the window and see these white, fluffy, wet things, mixed in with the rain...and it just didn't look right, not when there was this bright orange tree in the background.
I think I had to cover my eyes at one point and look the other way...I mean I was just talking about Christmas, too! no, no, no Sophia, don't deceive yourself, christmas is not soon...!

well you just wasted about 45 seconds of your life by reading this rather pointless post. the sole purpose was just to vent my confusion/anger/frustration about weather patterns in our beloved state CT.

'christmas time is not even almost here, happiness and cheer...'

about the end of every september something happens...I look out the window one morning as I'm reluctantly dragging myself out of bed and notice this silver shimmery stuff all over the grass...one would usually think, 'hmm, looks like I need to break out the fleece sweaters and gloves..." my first thought: "I CAN LISTEN TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC NOW!" my view is that christmas music becomes legal after the first frost. however, I'm not perfect...I have stepped beyond those boundaries and listened to it a little beforehand, usually in an absence of people that might feel it's their job to point out that I'm crazy for listening to christmas music during - september... but the first frost has come, so on comes all those songs with the constant little bells in the background :) while we're on the topic of christmas though... when I was little I'd get so so so excited about it. I still do. I'd read all these picture books about little girls in the great depression making little presents out of paper and yarn and sticks, and then look at it as my responsibility to do the same thing. the inspiration would usually wear off...but I do love making gifts for people. It makes me feel accomplished and dignified for some reason...even if the gift recievers are left with little idea of what exactly they're supposed to do with whatever I made them... the one thing about christmas I don't like though is that once it's over, you're stuck with those awful two to three months of slushy, cold, wetness. you can't really listen to christmas music because it's already gone by, you no longer have a reason to go on spending sprees, your house doesn't have red and green everywhere, no christmas tree in the living room, and now you just want to break out the tank tops and shorts again. funny how that works. but you still gotta love christmas. well, so ends my early, before thanksgiving tribute to christmas. :]

A Creative Mind...

So I was browsing this quote website and I came across this...it's a quote in paragraph form I guess you could call it.

"A truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of poetry or music or books or building or something if meaning, his very breath is cut off for him. He must create, just pour out creating. By some strange, inward urgency, he is not really alive unless he is creating." -Anonymous

where the wild things are trailer... :)

Colors. By the Rocket Summer.

COLORS.

Now, let's take it back to January.
An overflowing heart, an empty wallet scene.
Some wheels and a guitar yeah, you think we're crazy.
Driving on the ways of the high and free.
And so we just hold on.
I remember rolling through some state into a hotel scene,
With pennies to my name,
I remember thinking I can't sleep but she's loving me.
And so we just hold on.
Just hold on.

And here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.
Woah, woah yeah.

And all the struggles and honorable mentions,
That pave our history we're all of my attention.
It's just surrounding you,
I forget all that has used me, bruised me,
Roaming on the thrill.

Cause here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.

The rest is right, the rest is wrong.
The rest will come when it comes along.
The rest will find us, we belong here.

The rest is right, the rest is wrong.
The rest will come when it comes along.
The rest will find us, we belong here.
Oh, oh, oh yeah.

Cause here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.

Cause here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.

The rest is right, the rest is wrong.
The rest will come when it comes along.
The rest will find us, we belong here.

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Where The Wild Things Are...

Okay, so I'm pretty much psyched about this movie coming out. It's only my favorite childrens book ever written. And I'm very very very very very happy because I'm going to see it this Friday! With some of my favorite people ever! So therefore I think it's going to be one of the best nights of my life...
(just to let you know, a trailer just appeared on the TV screen and I spent about 30 seconds jumping up and down in my seat.)
I went on the movie's website earlier and sat there with my face practically pressed up against the screen staring at all the little indy details that for some reason I freak out over, and wondering over the amazing cinomatography, and thinking listening to Emily ponder what it would be like if she had pajamas like that. She says she would wear them around the house when she got cold, but not out in public - I don't think.
I think I want a pair, too...
So anyways, I'm really really really excited about this movie and I think from the second it starts to the second it ends I'll be totally absorbed and if anyone starts talking I may just throw popcorn at them and go, "SHH."

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