Art is a lie that enables us to realize the truth.

Pablo Picasso said that. I never understood his art until this week. Now I think it's beautiful.

I love art. All forms of art! I want to die for my art. (like Robert Jodran).

Here is art I love. A quick preview. Please feel free to share your artistic preferences so i

may broaden my horizons.

Van Gogh is probably my favorite. (I took this picture myself)

Michael Angelo is just beautiful. I love renaissance art.

Greek art is wonderful. This is the Nike of Samothrace. Something about it makes me heart sing

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And Picasso. This painting was referenced the book I just read. I fell in love with it.

If anyone dares try to tell you dance is not art, kick them. They have clearly never seen good dance. Make them see a ballet and they will understand. If not they're hopeless.

Obviously I love the art of writing. But that is a different rant for a different day. This is my aesthetic art. Just a taste of it anyway. I love almost any kind of art. At least when I can understand it. I admit to my ignorance. What I do know I love.

If you haven't read My Name is Asher Lev you need to. Its one of those books that will

change your life a little bit. (Why is blogger being stupid today? I don't know. It hates me.) Just

read it.

Just for Kaylynn... cause i'm awful

Dear Kaylynn,

i'm a horrible friend i know. but i thought of you when i saw this.

it's raining men. sort of.

My love life is obsolete.

Want to know why? You're reading my blog so I assume you do. Unless you're just weird, reading this for no good reason and really don't care about what I have to say. If this is the case, please stop reading my blog. You're wasting your time as well as mine.

Here is why I don't have a romantic relationship. Except with Angela. She's pregnant with my child. Don't ask.

I've never been kissed, as I assume most of you know. I don't date much, mostly because boys in high school are Douche Canoes (plug for Emily's blog. again.). I am very ok with this. But recently I have discovered that there are exactly three boys I would date and I can't date any of them.

The first is bachelor is Ben.

The story: We met in U.S. History class last year. Ben is a skater, with curly blonde hair and a great sense of humor. He loves video games and comic books. He's extremely fashionable and, like me, wears bright colored converse.

The problem: Ben is deaf. For some reason unknown to me or the rest of man kind, I'm attracted to men with a missing sense. Ben has a translator, who I also became friends with, that allowed us to communicate in class last year. Since I don't have any classes with him this year I only ever see him in the halls, translator-less. Plus, I do not speak sign

language, at all. Well I can ask for more crackers. Not really very seductive. So that's a no for Ben.

The second bachelor is Spencer Donaldson.

The Story: If you don't know Spencer go to Cami's blog and watch the videos on him. (wow I'm doing a lot of advertising today.) He's the sexy one with the awesome hair. I met Spencer through Chandler. Chandler took me to see his band perform, and I would have flirted outrageously with him then, except I was in a bad mood. Also I can't flirt. It's like the sign language problem. So we didn't get to know each other until Group Therapy. Spencer plays guitar, watches horror movies, and has the cutest dog EVER! I want to be Spencer when I grow up.

The problem: Group Therapy. We aren't allowed to have romantic relationships with anyone in group. Which totally makes sense and I wouldn't break that rule for anything. I respect the group too much. So with that and my flirting retardation, Spencer is eliminated from the list of people I can date.

The third bachelor is Daniel Allanbach.

The story: I don't know how I met Daniel. We just kind of hit it off this year, and got to party at special needs mutual dance together. He's probably the funniest person on the whole planet! It's just a fact. Daniel enjoys the word "Fetus", british accents, making faces at me in philosophy, and laughing.

The problem: Again I'm flirtatiously retarded. If you know Daniel, you can probably figure out why I can't date him. If not, don't worry about it. But he's out of the running for my potential boyfriend. Also he's too cool for me anyway.

Thus we see that all the men I'm attracted to I can't communicate with, am not allowed to date, or are too cool to handle. Seems I'll be single my whole high school career. Oh well.

P.S. I'm supposed to be writing right now. Today my problems are not caused by lack of motivation, but lack of a plot line. I think I shall spend the rest of my evening outlining. Goodie.

If you love nothing where is the joy in your life

I felt like this entire quote was too long for a title. Here is the rest of it: "If you fear nothing than you love nothing, if you love nothing then where is the joy in your life?" Wise words by Sean Connery, playing King Arthur. (He was the only reason that movie was good.)

Today, my best friend Emily said to me, "Your blog would be really good if you used punctuation." I didn't know how to respond to this. She then proceeded to explain how commas are man's real best friend, not dogs. This is good advice. The punctuation, not the comma thing. (but that's true too.) but of course being me, I have to be obnoxious.

So this is me. Using punctuation. This is me: Taking pictures of myself. Using punctuation. I feel this is the funniest face I have ever made. Ever.

Someday Emily will be a great writer/English teacher. Actually, she's already a great writer. She's just not an English teacher yet. She'll be the Mr. Atwood of the English department. And totally kick Mr. Lind's ass. I swore. Does It Offend You Yeah?

I have learned that I am the most unmotivated writer probably ever. Even if I have to pay Emily 5$ every week I don't write. It makes not sense to put the dollar sign before the number. No one says "Dollar Five." Just saying. p.s these italics... suddenly became my ADD thoughts; like a second personality. I don't think I ever use semi-colons properly. Something needs to change. I don't know what, but something does.

Right now for this I-will-write-no-matter-how-unmotivated plan, I'm going to rewrite my Cello story only write it through the cello's point of view. Who knows, maybe I'll get a scholarship for it? Who thought a fifteen minute conversation with a homeless man could affect me so much?

Well. . . That's pretty much all I have to say. No exciting stories to tell. No celebrity look alike, or bright green truck. No cute romantic rant. Except that I'm proud to say "I believe in love!"

Also, "Cardigan" is my favorite word this week. I often compliment women on their cardigans, not only because they are cute and fashionable, but because I like to say it. Thank you Old Navy for teaching me that word. It was one of the few things you ever did for me.

with friends like these who needs enemies?

How to Make Great Friends in two easy steps.

By Katelyn Jeane Winward & Nicole Hunter Beighley

( it's bee-g-lee, not bay-lee. It doesn't bother her, but it bothers me.)

Step 1: Watch a movie. (I suggest The Holiday with Jacky Black, Jude Law, Cameran Diaz, and Kate Winslet.)

Step 2: Fart on one another.

Follow these steps exactly, and pretty soon you'll have a friendship to last through the ages!

"I'm not undoing your broaches while I'm driving!"

"Eat the cookie!"

one step bellow obsession, passion... this is obsession.

Let me explain to you Wheel of Time The Shadow Rising, from how I see it forty pages from the end, and barley able to function because my brain is on wheel of time overload. Lets go character by character. italics are my thoughts on them.

Rand: "I'm awkwardly flirting with Avienda even though I'm in love with Min AND Elayne! I have the weirdest love life since the guy from sister-wives!" Where do you come up with this Robert Jordan? I think he just had three awesome love interests and couldn't pick one and decided "love ALL the girls!" (yeah I made a meme reference inside a WOT rant. problem?) "i'm also losing my mind and going to do something crazy that no one knows that will ultimately piss EVERYONE off cause that's how i roll."

Min: i just saved the stilled Amyrlin and Keeper of the Chronicles and we're apparently teaming up with Logain. Kick-ass? i think I am. oh! and I can wear pants again! I'm proud to call her my WOT counter part.

Perrin: Piss of ALL the whitecloaks. after totally owning the trollocs! Not to mention i got married and get to sleep with my wife! too bad she's the daughter of the worlds best general and I'll probably pee myself when i meet him. Its normal. Also Gaul and Chiad are randomly in love... no one knows. Who cares? I'm awesome! Yeah.... I'm prejudice with these characters... its fine. i love perrin.

Mat: Damn you Rand! I'm leaving. P.s. I just got so much cooler with my hat and speare and anti-aes sedai necklace! Mat wins... always. No matter what.

Nynave/Elayne: TAKE THAT MOGHEDIAN! We are so much cooler than all the black ajah and more powerful than a forsaken! we rock! Even though they both still bother me. Elayne is a baby and obsessed with Rand. Nynave needs to get her head out of her butt and love Lan.

Egwene: DREAMWALKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rand? what? its normal.

I probably could have finished the book by now. But no, i had to rant in blog form... i have a serious problem. probably none of this is coherent... because i'm tired. and no one knows why! Robert Jordan is taking over my brain! *twitch twitch*

Foiled again!

I was so close! Cami left her blog signed in on my computer again and I was going to post an awesome picture of a dinosaur on it, but then my computer froze and logged out! This must be how all the old school villains feel when the hero swoops in and ties them up. Now I just need a twirly mustache.

Well I took all the effort to draw that Dinosaur, he deserves to be shared.

I think I'll name him Rupert.