Map of Your Head

Yeah. It's a Muse song. It's kind of like my life right now....I'll explain later. (forgive me if the spacing is evil...it hates it when I upload pictures.)

So...some cool stuff and not so great stuff. Let's start with the good stuff, because I finally uploaded all the pictures from my digital camera for the first time since.....summer, probably. And, I got a couple pictures of an unfinished Jorge the Astronaut Pinata, because the guy in my group wants complete it.

Oh--why am I still working on Jorge, you ask? Wasn't he due last Monday? Um, yeah. He was. One of the girls I was depending on to finish him last weekend, who was supposed to get him from the classroom we were keeping him in (if we couldn't hang him in our Spanish class--and we couldn't, Jorge's special and obese like that--we had to find a class to keep him in. My history class from last year was just down the hall, and the teacher liked me because I was like his best student last year or something....I was probably just the only one who tried; he makes Ben Stein--as in, "Bueller...? Bueller...?"--seem exciting and spontaneous. And this is all despite the fact that I argued with him for hours when he tried to feed us conservative propagandist bull.), and didn't realize that someone other than the teacher had a key to his room. I guess the janitors have to climb through the window or something.

But so our teacher gave us an extension, again talking about how huge we made him (I love how she warns us of this after he's due), and we have until Monday. Considering I have a physics field trip to a theme park to analyze a bunch of stuff about roller coasters on Monday, it works out well that the guy wants to pitch in more. He wasn't able to do much in class anyway.

And so....I give you.......A BALD JORGE.
*bows* Isn't he magnificent?? He's about 3 feet high and he has a wobbly leg.....but he's my date to Prom. xD



But yeah. So I'm not going to Prom. Tickets for a couple are over $100. And it's not like someone would've asked me anyway. So my friends and I are planning a "De-Prom"...because "Anti-Prom" sounded too harsh. I'll tell you how it was early in June.


Cookie likes him! (yeah, those are her toys laying in the background. xD speaking of which....)









*points* She's quite vicious. And all cute and fluffy! ;D But so yeah. Big MT knows she didn't really like toys all that much before.


That pink thing in the background? It's a flamingo. Cookie's scared of it. But it makes this awesome noise, so I'm quite fond of it. xD

One last picture, I swear.... >.> Be glad I didn't go through the pictures on my phone, this post would be (even more) huge otherwise.....


I put streaks in my hair a while back (it was a compromise, I originally wanted to get pink again. xD ). It really just got rid of the sun-bleachiness of it...which has returned, I noticed...but it's still cool. One of my favorite masks behind me as well....




I pushed my hair forward so the streaks could be seen easier. Look at all that not-so-blond-ness!! (o.o and...my arm looks disjointed. Ignore that.... >.> )


And....the song. The one up there in the title that's probably no longer visible because you had to scroll down so darn much. "I'm sick of feeling my soul / to people who'll never know / just how purposeless and empty they grow / And their language confuses / like computers refuse to understand how I am feeling today / I'm freezing / and losing my way / I don't need another map of your head...." And all that jazz. I find that I have this problem with seeing only the good in people, and I am then rendered completely unable to see the bad. This has happened two times since the beginning of high school, and for both it's taken...a disaster, really...to fully comprehend their character. I talked about these two in my last post. One, to add to crap I already knew about them, I recently found out something so disgusting that it literally made my stomach churn when I heard it. The other just keeps getting more and more delusional. I feel like Nick Carraway from The Great Gatsby, I'm really discovering the ugly side of teenage human nature. But I truly am glad to find all this out, however depressed it might make me at times. I'm seriously tired of putting people on these pedestals they are far from deserving.

And, however much I hated Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men, he states a good point in his analysis of the American Dream: that a lot of people feel so unhappy with themselves that they'll step all over friends and family, desperate to find whatever it is that they think will make their lives better. For people my age, this almost exclusively refers to a relationship. Jim Gaffigan (the comedian famous for the schpeel about Hot Pockets) once said that it seems that all single people see is couples. I feel this is true, just by what stands out to me as I walk in the halls, but they really are in the minority, couples. Yet both of these people who I considered to be so close to me, so similar to me, have both sacrificed the friendship we had in persuit of a relationship which turns sour anyway, if they're even that successful. And after all they've done to me, I really feel sorry for them. That they are so dissatisfied with themselves that they are that desperate to lose everything they have for a chance at something they think will make them more content. Because, don't those couples we all see in the halls seem happy?

On a more exciting, less despicable note....STEPHENIE MEYER IS COMING NEXT WEEK!!! I'm going to her signing. It's going to be AMAZING. I'll see if I can take pictures and all that good stuff.

So....uhm...yeah. ^^ Until next post!

luv!
~Zatarra

ps--again, forgive me for that Great Wall of Text or Spacing, whatever it is that I have now that I've edited it God knows how many times.....no matter how much I try to change this fricking thing, it WON'T. *fumes* T_T