Rinato

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?

Edit: Woo! I’ve finally overcome the Irritating Dot problem. I worked around it, using the fantastic god-sent plugin Ultimate Tag Warrior! Boo-yeah. It rocks. Although it looks a little bit odd now, because I don’t have that many blog entries. But, as time goes on, my tag cloud shall become prettier! Muhaha.

As you can see, I finally made a theme :D! Well… Not really made, since I wouldn’t consider it finished yet. There are a few things that need fixing. The header image featuring photographs by Jeurgen Teller, my favourite fashion photographer who rocks so hard it isn’t even funny? Cool. The little grey wings made entirely by me? Cool also. That irritating dot underneath the navigation links?… Not so cool. Maybe if I just ignore it…

I kid, I kid.

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Had a weird dream last night.

A friend that I go to drama class with on Saturdays asked me to do a talk at her Catholic school about broccoli. I said yes. We went to her school, which was just one very big muddy oval. Lots of boys that looked the same played a game that required the players to kick a soccer ball into a basketball hoop. I started painting one of them who stood still for me, but I only painted his uniform and not his face/body.

I went back home and watched Opera, and Patrick Wolf was performing Tristan. At the end of his song, the crowd (That looked like the girls from Calendar Girls many times over) shouted with him: “My name is Tristan, and I am alive!”. One of them said “I love you George Clooney!” in a fangirlish sort of way, and Patrick said “I love you too,”. Opera was dancing through the whole song, and Patrick started putting on bright yellow and pink make-up on.

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