A Yardwork Weekend

These past weekends have been filled with this lovely thing my dad calls yardwork!! And, as his daughters, my father so lovingly calls us his "slaves." We have recently been mucking out, and cleaning our bomb shelter for the future use of an "Interview Room." Why I am actually assisting with this, I do not know. But he has chosen to use a product called "DamTite" to prevent water from leaking through the ceiling. To irritate my mother, my dad has asked me, "how tite are you?" to which i respond, "Damtite!" It received alot of scolding, as expected, and we are banned from saying it again. Here are some preview looks and what the future room (who know what it will be used for) looks like at the present.
Rebecca very much enjoyed mucking out the old rusty tiles and mud. (:
The entryway to our cave of despair.
Stay tuned for more interesting(and slightly muddy) updates on *scary background music*
The Cave.

homework

Since many of you have assisted me in my previous history assignments, I thought you might enjoy helping me once again! I am interviewing people I respect on why they believe work is meaningful. So, why do you think that work in meaningful?

As of late

Lately life has been quite nice. No hard exams, quizzes, and the weather has been pleasantly warm. Because in case you haven't heard, I HATE cold weather. Just the feel of it makes me gloomy. So today I stared out the window longing to be out in the warmness. So I said to myself, why stay in school? I'm not really learning anything anyways! I'll just go have more fun with a picnic! So I grabbed a couple of friends, and headed to the kitchen to pack my picnic basket. Our school is scarce on healthy foods, so I loaded up with chips and chocolate. The essential C's. Then I ran through the hallways taunting everyone who was staying in school instead of going with me on a picnic (: Then I spread my wings and flew to a little place I visit often called "Somewhere over the Rainbow." Then I was shocked to hear a loud, harsh ringing sound. The school bell was ringing. Awakening me from my daydream. But oh what a pleasant daydream it was :)

Prove it

Well, I have greatly appreciated all the comments of everyone trying to bestow their wisdom on me, but some *cough*paige*cough* caught my attention. So here is a quiz to prove that some of these facts just will not prove pertinent in future lifetimes. If you can answer these questions without using google or any other source you will prove your point >:)



1. What man was in charge of the potomac army during the civil war?



2. What was the location of the single bloodiest day in America?



3. After what battle was Stonewall Jackson shot by his own men?


4. What was the three part strategy of the North to win the war?


5. What is the Anaconda plan?


So, whoever answers all these correctly will prove to me that history is still somewhat important.
:)

school = despair

After a lovely four day weekend for D-Now, my life returns to normal. Normal means school. School means despair. Despair means depression. Oh, wait, wasn't that school thing supposed to help you learn? Prepare for college? So you can succeed in your future career? For some reason I don't see how learning civil war history will help me in the art world. And let me tell you, there is about a 100,000,000,000,000 to 1 chance I will end up teaching history. Yet still I attend day after day, freezing in my uniform too thin to keep me warm. What a wonderful life.

*sigh*

5th place

im just not a people pleaser.

welcome to my life

my life as a 5th place artist

The white sweatshirt...and other disappointments in my life

Ah 'tis a new year...full of new memories and new disappointments. Being depressed quite alot this last year, I have decided to reflect on my disappointments.
#1: School/sports-School was a huge disappointment this year, from my friends leaving, to new volleyball team to adjust to. Varsity sports are a big thing at my school, enough said. So when a certain mom denied my order for a sweatshirt color because it was "Varsity Only," I was, at the most, completely offended.
#2: People/myself-This year people have been people. They have insulted, hurt, and annoyed me till i wanted to strangle them. But the bigger disappointment has been myself. I look back and hate what I was at the beginning of last year. Not open to new friendships, judgmental, I am surprised I even had friends.
#3:Her-That one friend that's not quite a friend. The girl that changes like a chameleon with every friend. When you finally get to her true self, you are sad, because she wasn't brave enough to show you it in the first place. And then the friendship isn't worth it.