It’s always fun to find that the one thing you’ve been looking forward to is a disappointment.

10 Jan

Like today I had a catastrophy of a day. The only thing that got me through the day with a full head of hair was the thought that when I get home I could continue to work on my brand new giraffe of a blog. I get home all giddy with techo-joy and of course the universe would decide to poke fun at me by cutting off the internet. Now here I type next to my at the moment useless laptop on my 2 inch screen of a 2g iphone. Yes people, iPhone 2g’s still exist, and I have one, I like to refer to myself as an iPhone veteran.

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This is beside the point.

I have been coming up with topic ideas as easily as the government spends money (did I say that?). Heh heh Watch out world Kathryn’s blogging again, and this time she’s keeping up with it… As soon as her dad pays the internet bill.


What do I know?

9 Jan

My parents were having a conversation with some other adults one day. I don’t remember what they were talking about, but I remember hearing something that sparked my interest. When I voiced my opinion on the matter my mom responded with something along the lines of (Jamaican accent) “You a pickeney, a weh you know?”. Translation, “You’re just a kid, what do you know”. Well, at the time my face turned red (figuratively, I’m black that doesn’t actually happen) and I had all kinds of comebacks. But when I really think about it, she’s mostly right. Most of us have met those annoying little 11 year-olds that think they’re wiser than Gandhi so whenever you say anything to them they respond “I know”. Yea, no you don’t.

Well clearly at 17 a person is capable of understanding enough. But if I were to double my age I wouldn’t even be middle aged, if I quadrupled it, I still wouldn’t even be eligible for full social security benefits. This revelation gives me hope. High school comes with a lot of stress; whether adults want to admit it or not, we really are under a lot of pressure, not just “peer pressure”, but pressure from our parents, grandparents, schools, teachers and endless other possible pressure emitters. It seems like all these demands are a never-ending deal. So I’m hoping that when I get older and get out of this place, I’ll be free of these petty problems that make up my life right now. I know that there will lots of other adversities in my future, but whatever it is I learn in my adulthood that will revoke comments like “You’re just a kid, what do you know”, I’m presuming will be a coping mechanism and will help me keep little pressures from taking over my life.

So yes mother, I am just a kid, wanna help me grow up?

8 Jan

“If only we’d stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.”

– Edith Wharton

Black Hole

8 Jan

-Marie DeCosta

Black Hole

I love the passion behind this painting.

Who am I?

8 Jan

That is all I want to know. People claim that they do not want to be defined or labeled, but I find that those people are lying to themselves. Everyone wants to have a definition of self.

This year I took AP English and Drawing and Painting because I like to read, write, and draw. Very excited and enthusiastic was I to get the opportunity to enhance my abilities (Yes, I used passive voice, do something about it). After hearing all my life, “Wow! You’re a great writer” and “Hmm, you seem very creative”, I realize that everyone else in these classes (or at least most people) have been hearing these comments too. As it turns out, there is a another universe, one where the prodigies and connoisseurs fly around in space crafts constructed of their pretentious little intellect.

Now, it seems, all that I knew was not even a portion of the known known by the knowledgeable and I have yet to know any of all that there is to know.

I feel like I’ve been wasting my life playing on the playground, and I am upset and confused.

Am I really “good” at writing? Am I good at anything? Is goodness created by hard work, determination, and patience, therefore am I just being silly and impatient? Do I have any abilities or talents? Is talent even real? I dare say that I do not know who I am.

Just a Practice Post

8 Jan


I got a camera for Christmas and ever since I have been snapping pictures of all kinds of randomness. 12.1 megapixels is barely anything these days, but it still can make anything look pretty. Now I understand why photography has become this new fad.

Hello world!

8 Jan

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