I understand photoshop less than actual photos.

I’m just playing around with it. I feel odd doing this.

Birds

Photography is an art that I cannot fully understand. But I think it’s fun. It was hard making these birds stay still, considering they are perched in a tree fourteen feet above me. I think the cloud up there looks like a bird.

Friend’s meme

I DID A MEEEEEEEEMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111

It is from my friend Cara http://koinu-yukina.deviantart.com/

or Kara. I don’t remember. But anyway, she is good people and she used to be in my PE class! YEAAAHHHHhhhhh!

moo. (It’s big) ->

Nerve

Searching, cowering,

Fools during the night, deviants wandering in the sun.

Sixty seconds gives time to kill.

I’ll ride the consonance with hearts in twine,

And mark the dissonance with phrases unkind.

I’ll lack the daedal,

To let life stay idyll.

If resurrected: A containment for the metaphysical,

Then I will seek someone else.

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“I lost so much blood in the fire.”

(I stole a word, or two, or four)

There is nothing here, for me. There is nothing there, for me. So I hold my heart high, and let some of it go. I don’t remember anything, I can’t eat anymore.

Yvette showed me this Taco image, and I would like to thank her for her efforts and her ever-encouraging oddness.

Ah, yeah, I bought some canvas today, and a flat round brush. The end.

Well, the post will look strange if I leave it at that. So I will continue writing, to make it appear uniform, and correct.

It is spring break and I did not go anywhere. I should go to Spain. I only finished my math homework, and I have 5 other classes to go. Go me, go me, go me! This is incredible.

Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette. Hi Yvette.

Shtoos

I got my shoes. Boots. Feet canoes. They are nice and make me walk weird because I am used to tip-toeing (similar to the movement of ninjas). I like to lace them but they are hard to unlace. Nice, black, smooth. If I were a whale, I would eat these shoes. They are worth the price. They are a half a size too large, but I am glad they are larger than they are smaller because they are stiff and kinda hurt sometimes. My ankles hurt and I’m still breaking these suckers in.

Tomorrow I’m going to a science expo with my friend. These shoes will accompany me in many of the going-tos and going-froms.

Analyzing Baroque has become a bit easier for me but today my class switched to Rococo, and like Baroque, it will take some time to understand. I lost my study guide and I’m sad. I’m doing well in Pre Calculus and I feel like a winner. My grade is increasing in history, and it makes me feel like a winner, not a wih-ner, but a wee-ner! An amazingly accented winner. My biology class is a horrible.

I cannot understand “zeugma”.

Now I will commence kicking and dancing around in my new leather feet canoes!