So, I guess I’m gonna’ rant…
First off, I really need to write. Believe me, I want to and I hate myself for not writing, but everytime I sit down and try…nothing comes. It’s weird and it’s freaking me out, but it’s true. Nothing’s coming. I have no inspiration. I am dead. Plus I have been feeling kind of awful lately. I haven’t been getting much sleep, (it’s been a little better recently,) and I have been just a wreck on some days. Don’t ask me why…I don’t really know. I just know that for the past few nights I have just been lying in bed wide awake. I have nothing to do…I’m staring at the clock…I know that I have to get up in six hours, but sleep just never comes. Then, I get the urge to write. I plan out each word in my head, see it in print, and just want to throw off the covers, turn on my computer, and write. I would have if only I didn’t need to get up in six hours and I was actually able to stay up late and just write. That’s what I want to do…just write. I want to sit here and just write. Whatever comes to me…whatever I want. I really want to get my hourglass story published and all, but I don’t know. I will do it. I know that I will. I am the last person to back out on something like this, but I just can’t write well when I am told what to write and when I have a deadline. I have a deadline… I can’t stop freaking out about it. It was about a month away and I have been freaking out. I am nervous, I can’t write, and it’s just freaking me out…Grr, I am so frustrated right now and I just want to tell somebody. I want to, but I can’t. My friend just packed up today and of course she’ll be leaving forever…Forever. Forever is a very long time. Very long…
On Thursday, May 29, 2007, I heard this from my art teacher…
I was given a suggestion that I should write about a hobby of mine such as drawing. I think that this might be a little odd, but I have decided that I will at least give it a try.
Drawing: to sketch or to trace figures; create a picture or depict by sketching. What exactly is the ability to draw? Why is it that some people are blessed with this ability and others are not? Is it hereditary or is it learned? Perhaps it is both…
I find it odd how one’s perspective can change instantly, especially about another person. In one moment, you may think one thing about a person, and the next, something totally different. The way that we take in life and express our opinions on a variety of different topics changes from time to time as we hear more on the topic or are exposed to the opinions of those around us. I came to a deep realization last week in my second hour physical science class that brought me to thinking of this topic. The more I think of it, the more questions and mysteries unveil before me, so I apologize ahead of time if I tend to ramble on.
For all of you who have read my true story, The Fear for a Friend, this is another true story stashed in my memories that also happened with my friend, Andy Hampton. This time however, I was the one to pay the consequences.
“Come on, just do it!” urged my friend, Andy, as he rested atop the seat of his bike. “It’ll be fun!”
As I see it, there are three major things in life that seem to have a great effect on us. In an instant, these forces can change our lives drastically, sometimes for good, and sometimes for bad. We could be thinking one thing one moment, and the next, have completely different thoughts. These forces can cause great happiness and end deep sorrow, yet they can also destroy hope and bring depression upon one. They guide the way our life unfolds before us, and occasionally add unexpected turns and twists. This uneven path can bring difficulties and fortunes along.
What are these forces?
Alright, I have finally finished coloring my gryphon picture here at 1:55 in the morning and decided to post it. This illustrates my story, The Horse From the Woods, so please read and comment on it if you have not done so already.
For all of you wondering about the “Mr. Stein Incident”…I shall tell you about it.
I am currently taking Art Techniques II with Mr. Stein at Central Campus, 5th hour and we are currently finishing up our gesture drawing, shape people done with oil pastels. When we finish our oil pastel drawings, we are to look for a reference picture so we can draw a picture for our next assignment, and although I am not finished with my oil pastel drawing yet, I already knew what picture I wanted to use for my next assignment. It was on Wednesday, February 5, 2007 that I took my gryphon picture, that I had drawn the night before, up to Mr. Stein and asked him if I could use it for my next assignment.
Okay, *sigh* I think that for once, I shall clear my mind of the thoughts that have been collecting for a while. These thoughts have been haunting me, and I have constantly been reminded of my next year of school…or life for that matter, not just school. I figured that this writing will possibly help me figure some things out and I am completely making this up as I go, so I apologize ahead of time if it is pointless, random, and not very well-written. I have never done the whole write-down-your-thoughts thing before…
I was sitting in a booth at a McDonalds when it all began. A blank expression rested on my dull face showing my obvious boredom. I occasionally glanced to my left to peer through the reflective window into the play area. A young child was standing on the used cushion of the booth next to mine with the barrier of the wall between us. He was busy knocking his new toy on the glass by my head and smiling with a wide grin that lit up his face.
I checked the clock hanging on the wall. As 5:30pm stared back at me, I thought to myself. ‘Just about thirty-five minutes or so until I have to leave.’ I wasn’t exactly looking forward to playing in the pep band in the basketball game at my high school. I had to be there around 6:30pm, but I always felt comfort in arriving a little early. I was bored as I waited there in the small seat.
Staring down at the empty McNugget box that rested on the table before me, I took a sip of my Coke. The trash that lied in waiting on my tray was beginning to disturb me. Empty barbeque sauce packets filled the empty french fry cartridge, smothering the insides with the little sauce that had been marooned. A few unused napkins had been discarded onto the tray along with the receipt of my order, now covered in the brown goo.
Then, I saw the ketchup…
In the 9th grade, I, Noelle M. Brooks, am very serious with my schoolwork and plan on succeeding and continuing on to college. I am currently taking Spanish, Band, Interior Design, and Art for my electives along with Advanced English, Geometry, Physical Education, and Physical Science. I usually receive all A’s on each report card, and I plan to keep it that way so I could possibly get a scholorship to go to a nice college. I play flute in the school band.