"Quickie"

There has been so much confusion in my little life lately, you have no idea. I don't really know how to write about it though. And I don't really want to tell everyone (just yet I guess). So, let's start a new topic!

I'm preparing my room for my mural. I can't wait to get started, but I don't know exactly what I want to put on my wall yet. I have a few ideas (like I've said before) and I'm keeping a list that I continue to add to every time I think of things that make me smile (that I'm able to draw/paint) and things that are "me".

Last Sunday, when I went shopping with Nana, I bought three new pairs of shoes, leggings, a sweater and a pair of jeans. I was very happy and excited as you may have guessed. On the way home from the outlets, my grandmother was talking about how my parents are so young, and how different times are now. Then she asked me if I ever think about my real father. (I thought this was ironic because I had just recently written about him in my blog.) And as I said in my other entry, I thought his name is Dan, but when I asked Nana, she told me that his name is Donald L. (I can't remember his last name.) And she told me that I have his eyes and hair. And when I was a baby everyone noticed how much I looked like him. I thought that was cool because I'm so used to looking just like my mom (which I do), I've never really thought about looking like my father. So that was a neat thing to find out, and it peaked my interest in meeting him. But I it's not a must, I guess.

I went to the MoMA with my photography class on Wednesday and had a great time! I took a lot of pictures and had the best "Butternut Squash Ravioli" I've ever tasted. Actually, it was the only Butternut Squash Ravioli I've ever tasted, but I liked it. I also bought a couple things, but I'm running out of time so I'll make a mental note to tell you about them next time.

Mid-terms started today and I took my French one. There was a slight problem that we found with ten minutes left of the test. Three pages were missing from the packet and we still to finish out 125 word essays. So Mrs. Tafone (who happens to be pregnant) had to run down to the copier lady and make new copies of the tests, and then run back up to give us the new tests so we could finish the three pages that we didn't receive at first. She told us to stop wherever we were with the essays and that she would grade us on whatever we wrote. So I guess in the end things worked out okay for us. But I feel like the teacher's pet because I was the one who pointed out that we seemed to be missing things. Oops!

It's already 12:55am, and I don't really want to get used to staying up late, when I just got used to going to bed early. So, I'm going to post this one here. Sorry it's so short. Well, maybe not if you don't like the longs entries I write.

Bye! =]

Yay, Excitment!

Well I have just received a letter in the mail stating that my picture, "Hood", made it into the semi-finalists for a photography contest that I submitted it into about a month ago. I was very excited and giddy as I read the letter, and then I immediately went online to check my e-mail. There, I found a note from the people on the website, and they told me that I need 20 more votes to be sure to stay in the semi-finalists (I'm not sure how that works out, but hey, it sounds easy enough right?). This photo is already going to make it into their magazine called Endless Journeys (if I'm not mistaken), and it will be presented for more viewers to vote for. I never really thought that this photo would get anywhere, but I'm really happy it is. Now I have to write up an Artist Profile that explains how the picture was taken and what inspired me to submit it into the contest. Wish me luck on that one!

So enough of the fluff, let's get down to business. =P

If you would like to help me out by spending a few seconds to vote for my picture, you can click this link and it should take you right to the page to vote. All you have to do is look at the picture, and then at the top of the page, click on a number from one to ten (one lowest, ten highest) that you think it should be voted, and then click submit. I really appreciate your time in even reading my blog, let alone clicking on a link inside my blog. Thank you again!

You could also go to my PhotoBlog for a closer look at this picture because I've had it up under the title and sub title for months now.

Horoscopes

I've never really believed in horoscopes until one day Jess looked up hers and then sent it to me. The one I read suited her inside and out and this made me curious to see how well mine fit me. So Jess sent me this page, and my first question was, "How the hell can someone write so much about someone else's horoscope?" So I began reading (I'm not even half way through) and with each paragraph, I found myself saying, "Oh my god, that's so me."



So something happened yesterday that's kind of prevented me from sleeping last night, and when I finally did get to sleep, I dreamt about it. This is going to sound so typical and all high school drama-ish, but it's been bothering me, so here we go:



I stayed after school on Friday with Jess in the library so she could finish up her drivers ed. project and I could print mine out. After that, I had to catch the bus to go home. Jess was waiting with me for the bus to come, and while I was zippering up my jacket, Lindsay started calling my name. So I went over and she looked really, really pissed off. When I made it over, she asked me flat out is I talked about her, behind her back, to my other friend. She told me to answer her truthfully and swear to God. So I told her the truth, and I said, "No I didn't and I never." and I asked, "Why, who said this?" She didn't want to answer me until she "got to the bottom of things". It didn't look like she believed me, and this made me upset. For one thing, I know that my other friend doesn't really know/like Lindsay (for her own reasons that I don't want to get in the middle of), and for another thing, she's a really good friend of mine so I doubt she would ever tell anyone anything I've said about anything (which I defiantly did not say anything about Lindsay, and I really don't have a reason to). So today, I asked my friend about this, and she denied it, and I believe her because it's not something she would do. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I really think that one of Lindsay's good friends may be making things up, because my friend said that she's known for doing so. But I won't put any blame on anyone because I don't know what's going on. I guess all of this is bugging me so much because I don't like lies, and I would never lie to any of my friends. Obviously someone is lying about me saying something, and it looks like I'm the one lying. And this makes me very uncomfortable.



But that's enough of negativeness. Tomorrow, I'm finally going back out to the outlets with Nana. I'm really excited about that. And tonight after I finish "blogging" I'm going to work on the long process of rearranging my room. I've decided that I'm going to paint a mural on the back wall with a few of my friends (as I've probably said before), but I don't know what I'm going to paint yet. I need ideas and inspirations, so if you have any ideas, send the my way!



So, in my last blog, I didn't even get half way with the things I wanted to say. But now (I knew this would happen), I don't feel like typing them all out. I guess as my blogs slowly come out, I'll eventually say all of the events that have occurred since then. But for now, I guess you'll have to live in suspense. =)



Today is my mom's birthday, and she is now, 37 years old and in February, my dad will be turning 39. Now that I'm 17, I'm beginning to notice how young my parents really are. I don't know how old my real father is, but he's probably around the same age as my parents.

I guess I could talk about how I don't know my real father (I'm sorry if I already have in a previous blog). So my mom didn't go to college, instead she went to the Navy to train to become an Air Traffic Controller (her current job). So I guess near the end of her training, right before she was sent to Bermuda, she had a boyfriend who's name is (if I'm not mistaken) Dan. They broke up because they got in a fight, and about a week later, she called him and told him that she was pregnant. He suggested that they should get married since she wasn't going to have an abortion, but she declined because she didn't want to end up divorced sometime down the road. But she told him that since I was his child too, he could see me wherever and whenever. Apparently he didn't like this idea and got really mad and decided to disappear off the face of the earth. I never met him, and I don't know anything about him. Sometimes I wish I knew everything about him, but then again, I guess I kind of, in a way, like the fact that part of my life is a mystery to me, and at anytime, it can all become known and the suspense can disappear. I don't know what to think about it all, but I also don't think about it that much either. (Oh, and I ended up being born in Bermuda. So now, I have a dual-citizenship with the U.S. and the U.K. Cool huh?)

Right now, I'm brainstorming about how I want to paint my mini mural. So far I have:

soCCer(8:31:21 PM): okay... so i have the top and bottom of my

mural planned out i think.... at the top.. i'm gonna have like a deep

dark blue with stars.. and it's gonna go onto the ceiling and eventually

trail off to the white... and on the bottom, random brightly colored flowers

growing out of bright green grass

(That was an IM to Jess who was helping me think of things earlier.)

I'm running out of interest in writing this blog, so before it all goes down hill and all hell breaks loose, I'm going to proof read it and post it!

Peace! (I rarely say that by the way ha-ha)

Guess Who's Back?!

Well, I know it's been a while, don't worry, I'm still alive.

Well, happy 2008! I must say though, my first 10 days in this new year haven't really been my best, but then again, they've been great! I guess I'll start out with New Years Eve.

For the holiday I had a lot of family over all from my moms side of the family. (My mom's sister and her husband and their 3 boys, Brendan, Eric, and Cameran, and my mom's brother and his wife and their baby, Dylan.) So on New Years day, I babysat Dylan, (I have many pictures and videos) and he decided that my cell phone was a cool new kind of airplane, and gave it toss. And if that wasn't enough, he ran and picked it up, and out of excitement, he did a football player touchdown throw into the floor. All I i remember from this moment was the sound, and the sight of my poor little cell phone shutting off (which turned out to be the last time).

R.I.P Celly =[

But then! As if that wasn't enough, here's a dialog of how my sister taught Dylan how to say "Sit.":

>>Alex- Ashely, can you watch Dylan for a second while I run into my room to get something?

>>Ashley- (to Alex, who leaves the room) Okay, sure. (then to Dylan) Sit.

>>Dylan- (looks behind him)

>>Ashley- No, I'm not talking to anyone behind you. Sit.

>>Dylan- (looks at Ashley and laughs)

>>Ashley- No, not laugh. Sit.

(From my understanding, this goes on for a couple minutes.)

>>Alex- (walks into the living room)

>>Dylan- (looks at Alex, and starts to walk towards her with a big grin on his face)

>>Alex- (sits on the couch)

>>Dylan- Shit.

>>Alex- (stops what she's doing) What??

>>Dylan- Shit.

>>Alex- (stares at Dylan for a couple seconds, and then turns to Ashley) What??

>>Ashley- (raises her hands in the air) I only told him to sit!

>>Dylan- (laughs)

>>Abbey- (stares dumbfoundedly at everyone with her mouth open)

>>Alex- (calls dad and gets yelled at for teaching the baby to say Shit.)

And sadly enough, this was only the beginning.

Later that evening, we went to La Volpe for dinner. We had, my Nana, mom, dad, two sisters, baby Dylan, and my uncle and aunt, and we took up two tables. Dylan was on one of the ends and he started out the meal all happy and just dandy. But I guess something happened that he didn't like, and before we know it, a piece of chicken strip flew into my uncles wine. So my grandmother got an idea, and threw a vegetable at him. That sent Nana on a guilt trip, his eyes got very big and he just stared at her as if he was going to cry. What a little butt head. =)

So we got back home and I was invited to go to Jake's house. So my parents decided to let me go (Wow, that's a shocker, yes guys, I know, they actually let me go out with less than a day's notice.), so my dad drove me, and we sound his house on the first try! I guess Jake gave pretty good directions. But anyway, I had a good time at Jake's, everyone there was really happy and friendly and there were little kids running around everywhere (they really like Jake ha-ha). Shortly after I got there, he wanted to escape from all the little people, so we went on a walk around his block. It was a very interesting experience, I noticed that a lot of people don't keep any lights on at all and we were talking about how scary it'd be to come home to a completely dark home. And after passing by one of these houses, the street lamp just decided to go off and leave us to the total darkness. But I must say, the sky was very clear and the stars were really pretty. I think that was the first time in a long time I looked up at the stars. Unfortunately, when my dad came to pick me up, I completely forgot to go back into the kitchen to thank his parents for having me, so I asked my dad if I could go back inside but he said no and said that he wanted to get home. So now I feel terrible about it, I never forget to thank anyone, and this was the first time meeting them, so just thinking about the first impression I left them makes me so angry and frustrated towards myself.

Oops, I left something out. When we got home from dinner on New Years Eve, my sister Ashley decided that she wanted to walk over the stand on the basketball hoop. Apparently, this takes skill, that she apparently does not have, and she slipped and fell. We got her inside and her ankle started to swell up. So, the next day, she was taken to the ER and they wrapped it up and gave her crutches. Not even five minutes of being home with those stupid crutches, she ends up smacking me in the knee with them as I was running by (for some reason I was running around from the kitchen to the dinning room back to the kitchen, etc.) and gave me a nice big bruise. You'd expect your mom to go, "Oh honey, are you okay?" But no, not my mom, she goes, "Ashley did you just hit her?" and she answers yes, and my mom bursts out laughing. Ah, family love.

So the first day back to school (Wednesday), I had a great day, and I noticed that everyone looked really different. (That was useless information, but I don't care.) That night, my parents were working from 3-11pm, which means that my mom would get home between 11:00pm and 12:00am and my dad would get home anywhere between 1:00-2:00am. This was the night that my little sister got a virus and started throwing up. And didn't stop. So the whole night, I was constantly up, whether to sit in the bathroom with Abbey (youngest) or making dinner for the cripple (Ashley), or let the dogs out and mop up after them when they came in from the mud outside. Of course I wasn't going to do any homework because I didn't really have time. So I went to school and told each of my teachers what happened and why I couldn't do my homework. Each and every one of my teachers understood, all except good ole' Mr. Leyden. I wasn't even going to try to explain anything to him. He's just so sarcastic and seems like he doesn't really care about anything so, I just took the zero for that class.

On Sunday I went shopping with Nana and my Aunt Serena at the outlets. There, I found these awesome shoes for a great price and I was going to buy them and be happy.

They really don't look that good in the picture, and they're brighter that that. But they're really comfortable and I liked them. So I was getting ready to go up to the cash register to buy the shoes, when all of the sudden, the power goes out, and it gets, really, quiet. So the guy comes around and starts kicking everyone out and says that if the power comes back on, we can continue shopping. Well, the power didn't come back on and it was getting late. So we went to Target and Michael's and I bought more things for my friends (after Christmas shopping) and we went home. We were going to go back to the Outlets to buy the shoes again this Sunday, but Nana had a sinus infection and we couldn't go. So, hopefully they're still there this weekend!

I have a ton of other things to say, but I've already spent a couple hours on this entry, so I'm going to stop now. Thanks for reading!

P.S. Oh yeah, I guess I should've told you that I got a new cell phone. I hate it. It's a Motorola. End of story.