Stand

In all of this confusion, I'm afraid there's no longer any safety net to bounce off of. Nothing is as it should be. Or perhaps it is, but I'm not focusing hard enough. I'm not understanding fully what needs to be done and just how quickly everybody else is moving on. Most people understand how to deal with this, because they have something to hold onto. Something that allows them to 'get a grip'. I don't have anything but myself. I'm always up for challenges.

Brand and Hemingway

Sentimentality is feeling emotion for something that you've got no real reason to feel it for. That's why they call it the unending emotion. It requires people to love or care for something that really has no effect in their lives. When you care about a cat, that cat isn't going to dictate any of your choices or the direction in which your life is going. It won't ever matter in the future. But like all sentimental people, they must be cruel. Both come with a nature of understanding.

Marley

To spare your time, this is a photo-only blog. The next entry will consist of an actual story or writing, but this contains nothing other than my day at the state fair, in pictures. Enjoy.

You've got my back in the city

While the majority of this weekend was a bust, the ending segment was just right. I'm still on the road to recovery after many bad falls, but keeping a tight grip and distant eye is all I can fall back on at this point. Then there's always AP. World assignments and underlying waste for what's to come of next year's marks. Ah well. I'm doing surprisingly well at the moment, so let's keep that up.

My Toms ended in giving me blisters and cuts on my back ankles. Bummer. I fixed it up with some adhesives and cotton, now that I'm on a shortage of band-aids. And to think it used to be all I depended on, when my pity of a life had nothing better to revolve around.

One for one

I finally purchased a pair of Toms today. Yippee.

Only trouble is what to wear them with. I've never been to good with fashion or what to wear, so I usually buy one cute thing, then wear it with two sloppy things. I can pull it off just like anyone else can, but I do want to enhance my wardrobe a tad.

I also got my brackets taken off today. Now to focus on my funny incisors...

But I've also been absent from school for two days this week. Which is a whole lot for me. At least nobody's missing my empty space too much.

Bruises

Today stunk. But here's me with Kimber. Yes, I named my inanimate, over-priced, ridiculously hipster-like camera. Deal. But I've been getting mixed up in a few things lately. Quite a few. But some are good. Few are good. One is good- I may be going to either New York or London for the summer! Seeing this as an opportunity to do my closet some good, I hopped on polyvore and made this set:

Not my best, but not my worst. Just some ideas anyway. Only about 30% of this is realistic towards what my closet looks like now anyway.

Maybe this is more of a phase than anything. Who knows. I do know that I'm in a huge funk with my grades, though. Blech.

Another 'blech' is that I've managed to sprain my ankle and pull my entire calf muscle. Leaving me with a pathetic, puppy-dog limp. Balancing that with a new-found illness which continues to make my voice sound synonymous to that of a religious chain smoker, isn't the nicest thing to do on a school week.

Ah well.

Rave

Feeling a bit rebellious, and as though I sprouted from a colourful Skins episode, here I am. Arriving at last, ready to be new once again. It's not the right time yet, but by the time this week is out, it shall be done. This week is very short, though. Should go by faster than most monotonous others, especially assuming the fair day we have off on Friday. But I went to a party on Saturday night where all you did was splatter your friends with paint, bounce around, twist your feet, pound your fists or swing your arms under a blacklight. You could pick any combination, or all 5 with hair-twirling. I did the latter. Hence, why the above picture is my 'morning after' self covered in pink paint. Kesha has nothing on me? I'd say not. But it did result in my calves tightening up, leaving me with a legitimate limp, and my throat sounding similar to that of a ten-year smoker. All in good fun, though.