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My future art teacher? He dresses like a goth! He wears black 100% of the time. He is also slightly mad. He looks a lot like an older version of Tim Minchin, except with black hair. He is very passionate about art- Scarily passionate about art. In our orientation he swore at two guys who were mucking around. Of course, this only made things worse because we laughed. A teacher, swearing? He cried, indignantly, “This is me! I won’t try to hide. I don’t see the point in censoring ones language…” etc, etc.

We laughed even more.

To be honest, he intimidates me a bit, but only because he’s so intense. Which is why I’m celebrating that I finished the artworks for the class! Yaaay. I would put them up here, but they’re big and would take a horrible amount of time to upload. I like them. They are drawings. I hope my art teacher will like them. I am not sure if one my people is a woman or a transvestite…

According to him, to be successful in his class all you need is passion for what you are doing. I… Can’t tell you how happy that outlook makes me! It’s refreshing. Although, yes, he did say that because we chose the subject voluntarily he expects us to have some sort of knowledge, even if it is vague… Har.

Regardless of his questionable sanity, he is a good art teacher, so I’m looking forward to art class! That’s all.

Oh, yeah, and my blogs review has finished! Amanda wrote it and you can find it here. (It links to many useful articles that are worth checking out)

Good things about today: Friday! Weekend! Woo. Third driving lesson tomorrow, and the driving instructor seems pleased with my progress. Went driving twice with Mum and Dad.

Bad things about today: Eyes. So. Tired. Too. Much. Pent. Up. Frustration. So. Much. Weekend. Homework. Aaaaarrgh. Exams in roughly two weeks, and we haven’t gotten our exam schedules yet.

I am just… Going through the motions. I feel like I need more ‘create’ time. We do have a photography exam, though, that tests our knowledge of colour, lighting etc. Hope that counts.

I need to write something.

I have a beautiful idea for a new design in my head. But, I can’t seem to get it out. It’s like it’s stuck in my eyes, and it’s latched on hard, I can’t cry it out yet. But, I can guarantee, when I do, it will be something that… I like, at least. But that isn’t really the point of it.

Someone I know is being, quite frankly, a bit of a fucker. I would explain more but it seems really stupid when I write it, and I just get angry that someone so unimportant to me can irritate me so much. Said person insists on hanging around with us all the time, making stupid jokes that no one cares about, and believing that their presence is one most highly valued amongst us all. I haven’t really told him that I wish he would take a hike, but instead we just spend the small amount of time that we’re in each others’ presence exchanging insults about whatever we can find. His insults are really lame, and for once my smart mouth comes in (sort of) handy, so it makes me even more annoyed that someone with a really blunt wit can push my buttons so much.

…Which I suppose just makes him more determined to piss me off, since I keep making him look like an idiot. I don’t know what it is about him that irks me, but I have a feeling it may have something to do with the fact that he’s completely up himself and, well, a suck up.

He also believes that War Is The Answer, which makes things especially difficult, just because of the fact that I’m a “damn pacifist”. Some days, I wish I wasn’t, but I really can’t imagine life any other way. What would it be like, believing that war can solve problems? “There is no way to peace. Peace is the way”- Gandhi.

Sorry. I’m just stressed. I can’t get angry. Anger just depresses me. The pacifist in me wants things to be quietly smoothed over, and all forgotten. No conflict. The stressed out exam-time girl wants to yell and scream and forget about consequence. I wonder what’s worse: Not being able to control your temper, or not being able to tell someone that you’re wondering what they look like with an axe through their head?

My puns are horrific! Every time I make a pun, a baby gets eaten. A tree is cut down. A fellow pacifist decides to shoot their next door neighbour.

They are that bad.

Completely unrelated to this, we got out Literature outcomes back! (I talk about them here [second paragraph]). I got a 47/50, and a 9/10 for the statement of intention, which is marked separately. The highest mark was 48/50. Overall, I’m actually pretty glad with the the results. My teacher worships my close close analysis of literary features! Huzzah! I perform the victory dance for a moment.

Erm, and vote for me at Sillymahala’s LOTM (I entered Avant-Garde)! Besides, my theme/layout is faaaar better than all of those! Moo ha ha. *mocks*. I have no idea why I just decided to put the link up now, when I’ve had ages to put it in my sidebar or something. Bah. It’s probably why I’ve only gotten three votes.

Regarding puns, it was in literature class that everyone groaned and cried woefully over the use of a pun. We were studying a poem by Judith Wright (Who’s work I’m loving at the moment) and there was a poem regarding ice, negativity and the whole ‘ice queen’ image. We were told to draw and label a diagram for each stanza of the poem, because Wright is “a very visual and metaphysical poet”, and then we collated our scribbles. For one stanza, I drew a chunk of ice that represented the ‘ice queen’, and labelled it “ICEolation”, because the ‘moral’ of the poem is that acting like a cold, hard, emotionless bitch won’t get you anywhere, except up your own ass, which is usually a pretty isolated place. That was colloquially put, of course :XD: . I agree with that moral. We sat back down, had a look at the drawings, and someone practically died because of my terrible, terrible pun. Luckily it was someone I don’t like very much! … I kid, I kid.

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I submitted my photography portfolio the other day. In all honesty, my passion for it has dulled a bit. I realise now that I wasn’t really that serious about photography as a career, but I still like it a lot as an art. Next year is pretty cool- we have one big arts class, and we each go off and do whatever medium we want! Awesome. I can’t wait.

Well. Actually… I love portraiture so much. Black and white portraiture has stolen my sooouul! Unfortunately, I have an extreme lack of willing subjects. Well, actually, I have an extreme lack of subjects who have the right look I’d like to photograph. I’m really picky! So, I’ll probably do painting/drawing/sculpture next year. Speaking of drawing, JaJa inc. is going really well. I’ve submitted about 5-7 designs for t-shirts, and they seem to like them a lot.

I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m thinking of doing a written section or something. Opinion pieces, articles, reviews on books and CD’s etc. I want to, but I always seem to run out of time. Arrgh.

I had a dream in which there was a game show, but it was hosted by dinosaurs. They looked like the cute characters from Hello Kitty, except they were in… Dinosaur form. One of the dinosaurs was dressed in a red dress, a lot like The Woman In The Red Dress from The Matrix. I don’t remember any of the (human) contestants winning anything. They just pressed their buzzers and said things like “Four squared!” and “True!”. What! I don’t even like Hello Kitty. I don’t watch game shows. (However, I did like The Matrix)
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So, the thing is, we moved house.

I know, right? It was really unexpected. Weelll. Okay. Maybe it wasn’t too unexpected, but it happened really quickly. I had always known that we were going to move house sometime, but when we did Dad and I had no idea what the mysterious house looked like because of our busy schedules. Fortunately, the house is lovely! I was really adamant about getting a room with a big window, just because I like to look outside and all, and I got my treasured window :D. Erm. We’ve been here about a month now, and it’s all going good. So, that explains the long absence and all.

In school news, our literature class (Not English, but I do that too) finished off an outcome that I was reeeeaally nervous about. It counted for 60% of our marks, so yay that we finished it. We had to “respond creatively” to a selection of texts- The Great Gatsby, Much Ado About Nothing, Judith Wright Collected Poems and Bypass. I chose to do Gatsby and I would explain what I’ve written, but it’s quite complicated if you haven’t actually read the book. I really love Literature. It’s like the psychology behind English.

I watched the film Requiem For A Dream. Wow, what a film. It isn’t a horror movie or anything, but it’s so striking and shocking. Not for the faint-hearted! It makes for some pretty tough viewing, especially the famed Black Arm scene. Luckily I watched it with a friend, whose circulation I probably cut off after grabbing his arm extraordinarily tight during the more intense scenes. Haha. If you plan on watching it, don’t watch at night, or alone, and bring many cute stuffed toys. I ended up pausing it and fetching my plush duck, Patrick, who seemed to handle it pretty well XD. And, also, the soundtrack is brilliant. It’s innovative, cold, and it totally suits the film. I must admit, I enjoyed looking at Jared Leto even though he was incredibly skinny (I read he had to shed a fifth of his body weight to play the part). I highly recommend watching it, just for the experience of feeling as though you’ve been shaken around a lot without actually moving. I want to watch π next, (It’s directed by the same person) but reading about it makes look worse than Dream. Oh well. It can’t be as bad as A Clockwork Orange.

I was planning to write more, but, again I’ve run out of time. Damn.