11:22 AM - let lose
it was weird yesterday while i was waiting to be picked up by richard along with michelle E in the car, i waited outside i was unsure about how long i would be out there waiting but i like being outside, and just relaxing i dont mind sitting there doing nothing but at that point i was reading my new book. the third of the twighlight books, im pleased so far with the third one, i didn't like the second book very much and from what i heard they got worse as you went on, but i like the third one.
It was only weird to have been waiting outside because i was feeling weird emotions, but they had nothing to do with sam, or what will i wear or, anything like that. it was more relaxing, but not quite free. the weather was nice, it was wet, but at this point it wasn't raining. I sat on my jacket so i wouldnt get wet, and i just remeber jumping up to every car that rolled by, wondering if it was richard. it wasn't most of the time so i started to ignore that and concentrate on what i was reading. that and my comfortable state of being. .and the smell of cigaretts surrounded me, because my guests have a little jar they put them in when there all done smoking, however that scent reacted badly with the smell left from rain and it was taking away from my nice enviroment. The movie was pretty good, i liked it more then i thought i would. i invited sam to go but he couldnt i told him to go hang with his man friends. He was hanging out with peter and aaron. aaron walks funny. peter always does a long hand shake with me, hes in my history class, he is a year younger then me though. Since im only in world history one, that makes sense, although that class has more sophmores then freshman. I liek that class alot, its not like i have any of my best friends in there, but i think i talk more in that class then most my others, its just a really comfortable class, like a family kinda. as weird as that is.
anyways back to the theater. we went to see x-man and i felt good because i had my tibetin bag with me, i think its one of my favorite things i own. richards mom bought us all childrens tickets because it was cheaper, so that was cool. then we all got in the photo booth, i never have done that before but i got to keep one of them, its cute. im probally going to use it on my chair project. i have an idea. but im sure it wont sound as good to any one reading it, but i can see it in my head. i'd like to use my rolly chair but that will be hard because i dont have a back, and im going to edit the back if it was there, but its good for a base, im going to see if the chair at my moms if any of those rolly chairs have a back. then im going to paint it white, and somthing on the back, its going to be kind of curved im going to edit it with paper mache and the interior of the back withh be covered with concert tickets, tickets to anything i have been too, that picture thing, and other things like that. im going to change the fabric for the cushion as well. the discriptions not great here, but it doesn't matter.
Owl City, Air traffic Streams.
The bird is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us.
The atmosphere is crawling with airlines
that wind through the clouds and look down on the crowds.
Relax your back and let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms.
If you awake before we arrive I will carry you down and I won't make a sound.
The scent is strong as we move on and breathe in the pristine crime scene.
The false veneer is old like a substitute volunteer from, oh, some other year.
I'm just a show as far as I can tell, so I paint my eyes a light green.
The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams
Modeling. Is wonderful. i think i enjoy some magazines so much because thats all i want to look at. Its a crazy thing, people dont really look like that. they dont wear that much make up, or that much in general. the designs arn't worn but only seen, and yet they can still be admired. like an art. it is an art, and you just want more, that silly saying its like a drug, my heroin or somthing, well it is. i want more. i need more. more art, more pictures. more models, more paint. more . Its so easily excepted in a picture, but when somone on the street trying to pull that off strolls by, it doesn't work at least not in simple minds. you take one look and think what the hell is going on there. and thats it. maybe in secrecy you will admire the confidence, the style but you would still never, try doing something like that and in conversation with a near by friend you reject the walking art. their stuck in magazines, on the internet. as a canvas would be trapped in a frame. Sad really. but would it be so curropt to look like that on a daily bases. It would change alot. A outfit has more power to it sometimes then some ones power in words. Its all a matter of how e can reflect everything we do, through actions or words, its about individuality for me, being able to be so free that i can wear whatever i feel like wearing even if its not somthing unusual i can still do it and feel like myself, even though i have changed how i look. i amm not as free with what i say, but to an extent thats a good thing.