Philo, Art, Craft, Science post with a few old entries added in. For kicks.

One or two posts that I found saved on my computer from the old blog.

These are a few years old. 2004. Me and my sister Katie.

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I didn't know this year was a leap year.

Me: "Oh. 2004 is a leap year."
Katie: "Oh. Really?"

She pauses.

Katie: "So that means it'll be 2006, right?"

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Mom.


On a recent trip my family took with co-workers of Matt (Step- father) to Bush Gardens, we hit a few odd but perfectly expected bumps with mom.

While riding up to the amusement park in a carter bus, Mom seated herself behind a woman with her hair pulled back in a messy bun. After staring for some time, she reached forward and started touching the woman's hair.

"Soft" She said.

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Me: "Mom, I'm racing time here. Time is coming at me, time is with me. It's like a speeding train that'll- that'll never stop, ever! How can I make it stop, Mom?"
Mom: "Die."

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Katie needed me to get her things for her from Gym class during third period.

She told me to find a girl named Charlotte, who would know the combination to her locker where her normal clothes were.

I walked in and approched a group of ninth grade girls.

Me: "Where's Charlotte?"
Girl: "She's over there. Need me to get her?"
Me: "Yes."
Girl: "Okay. Follow me. What do you need her for?"
Me: "She has things of Katie's."

The girl looks over her shoulder at me.

Girl: "Katie Thompson?"
Me: "Yes."
Girl: "You her sister or mother?"
Me: "Mother."
Girl: "You are her mom?"
Me: "Yes."
Girl: "Oh! You look really young, Miss."
Me: "Thanks."

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While at tennis, I was sitting around with Dylan, Christy and Danny.

Christy: "Have any of you..?"
Dylan: "What?"
Christy: "Have any of you tried to help an ant?"
Danny: "The bug or the family?"
Christy: "The bug."
Me: "How?"
Christy: "Like, you'll see an ant trying to get to it's Ant hill, but like- this little puddle or something is in the way."
Dylan: "Right.."
Christy: "So you put a twig down over the puddle so that they can cross, but the Ants never do. I mean, they really never do. They walk all the way around the puddle. It just mind-boggles me."
Dylan: "Christy, if this huge beam just fell from the sky overtop of an ocean, would you cross it?"
Christy: "Hell yes!"
Danny: "What's the point?"
Christy: "Never help an ant."

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Ok- now back to the present!

For Phil, Art, Craft and Science- I have just a few things to say, mostly because of remembering all of the things I've written down over the years while trying to find a few quick short things to put in this post.

In class we talked about how an idea in our heads is no longer ours alone whenever we write that idea down. The idea for a book is no longer ours alone once we've written it. Doesn't matter if it is the next book to compete with the Bible or no one ever reads it. We also vaugly went into if people dreamed of their books competing with the Bible or imagining that it was never read by a single soul. This I thought was kinda interesting, since I really do wish to write a book someday, do I want to compete with the Bible? Am I ready to hear one day that its complete rubbish and no one will ever read it? Neither, I think. I'd rather keep my mind away from both of those extremes, somewhere in the middle where my mind can float blissfully in bubblewrap or something. If I were to ever really write a book and be published, I imagine myself somewhere along the lines of being a bestseller for two weeks, and after two months finding my book in the one dollar bins. I'd have about fifteen minutes of "Writer" fame, meaning I wouldn't be recognized on the street like, say, Jennifer Aniston, but my name would be known among those who wonder the "New Release/ Auto-biography" section.

And really, to imagine myself as a best seller for even two weeks is like seeing my book being read as often as the bible. What I ought to focus on is actually keeping better records of my posts on blogs, and one day actually putting them all together.

And after that hopefully getting picked up by a publishing company. Woew. Anyway, It was just interesting to hear in class that everyone who writes a book has these thoughts flying around in their heads, and it was interesting to day dream of myself in this world of imagination. In the Art section of Philo, Art, Craft and Science, I've got big dreams. Obviously. I'm in an art school. But even beyond the photographing major that I also day dream big about (I'll be known, almost like how an author is known. Not recognizable on a street, but atleast one or two of my photos are powerful to, you know...atleast one person. Besides my mother.) I have the writing dreams. Not a lot of people know that about me, I think.

Philly

So the photo department went on a field trip to Philly on Friday..

I don't have a whole lot to say on the day except that I saw two- really, really interesting things.

While sitting in a "Central Park" esk grassy area Brittany, Zack and myself stood on the top of some short brick stairs... warning people who were approaching them to watch out for the dying rat.

Oh yes! It was a disease-infested, slowly dying rat.

"Watch out."
Stranger: "What?"
"Watch out. Dying rat."
"Augh, God! Look at that thing!"

I text Sarah "Were watching a rat die"
"Ew. Why?"

It fell onto its side, I got bored and walked away.

Later- about two hours later, really, I came back to this same area where once again Brittany, Zack and myself- plus a few others- began to pass time watching a homeless and clearly insane man walk around the area yelling, talking to himself and being very..crazy.

After some time we move on, until "Is he? Guys! He's wacked off."

We all look over and fall quiet. His back is to us, and he's doing his business.

I text Sarah "Were watching a homeless guy jerk off"
"EW! Gross"
"It passes time"
"You are a weird girl"