Another Long Time, Another No Post

Ness, I don't know what's going on with me. I guess it's just my lazy month. I haven't been doing too much of anything lately, except listen to music. Sit on my behind and listen to music.

Today I have to go to school to watch the play. They're having a run through and since I'm on set design I have to watch. I didn't even want to be on set design, but Jayson really wanted me to do it. He's convinced I'm a good artist, so he forced me to join something "artsy". I don't mind so much now, I need to do something artsy.

Haha, I remember last year when I complained about going to play practice even though I wasn't in the play. Yep, history does repeat itself.

My mom's birthday is Saturday and I know I'm gonna have to come up with a card soon. I just don't know what to draw for her. I don't want to relive last year when my mom totally bashed my card becuase I copied it out of a book I had. Oh, and the people were white. That really stung, so I'm gonna have to make something different. I was thinking of finding a picture of Tweety or something. I dunno. I do know that I don't want to wait until Friday night to make that card.

Lately, I've been wanting to change my life. I'm tired of being a lazy bum. It's not fun when after a weekend (such as this one) I have gotten nothing accomplished. I did do some of my homework, but I didn't finish it all. And then I didn't draw the picture I've been saying I was gonna draw for about a month now. I'm tired of sitting around on my behind. I haven't gotten anything to show for my weekends. I should be a mini Picasso right now (you know, an artist) considering how much free time I have. But I'm not. I haven't picked up a pencil in weeks. I need to change. I just don't know how.

Ms.Stover (or Mrs.Grady), my English teacher, gave us this project where we had to write a blues song and then a reflection. Sounds easy enough, but then she had all these rules that had to be followed for the blues song to be a blues song. Then she has all these requirements for what would get an A (None of which I think I can fufill). I wanted to kill her. Seriously muder her. I mean, she killed the art of songwriting. All those damn rules! When the music finally did flow from me, I had to completely do a different song because it didn't follow those rules. God, now I hate my blues song. Ah well, when I come home from the theater thing I'll throw the project together and hope I get a C. I can afford a C in her class.

I gotta go Ness. I'll probably write later. I dunno...