One week down

June 12th, 2014

Hmm, I would rather have some sort of class (not credit recovery) than to mope about in the isolated home of mine. School was out on Friday, and I have not done a major part to my bulked schedule that was for a new innovation. I hardly ever get the chance to socialize about my mind. Not even in art class, the pecks of this brain's creative side are losing its mass and muscle. How dune.
     Ugh, how would I if...
     I did get contacted for a job however, which brings hope for a better active social status. It was a day since, continually I see the hours go by. No it's too early, an hour later, they still might call... But the day is not over. It won't be.

June 11th, 2014

It was a slightly windy day. The grass combed its newly clipped hair as I make my way down the once-swiss-cheese hill. Over there, maybe one block west, was the special destination of today. In my unbuttoned white short-sleeved dress shirt, a heather-orange American Eagle T-shirt, worn-down denim blue jeans, and two brown casual shoes (Not as comfortable as the name suggest), I held the shirt at the chest, knowing this may turn in any direction. I was early to the appointment. I could have read the newspaper, but instead pretended to use my phone, when she arrived. There was a little legal pad on the round table next to the entry/exit way in its corner for two. I hadn't paid attention to her name, or asked. She wore a gray, light wool sweater, with a white shirt underneath. The personality words emitted a curve ball, which  wasn't too far off from my direction of aim. That day I felt a rock's weight lifted spiritually, and tossed into a pond. It was a sensation of commitment, that I can do this, that I am capable of accomplishing my goals of this summer, and life. On the way home, I came back, a little bit taller.

June 30th, 2014

No job. Not from Panera, Cub Foods, Rainbow, Target, Leann Chin, and am currently waiting for two. Sam's Club, Lund's and Byerly's, McDonald's, hey, wherever there is an available position, I'm in.

The new month of July

1:09am

I have to go to sleep now, but before I do, I'll say this: I did lack in a social life for so long, and I mean, what was I doing in that amount of time? Its like loc.... 

The white room.

Oh, how did I think of that when I made a somber fill-in of an artificial plan, that still, has not commenced. After five years now. Was it? Yes. Because I'll be a junior this fall. Maybe- no not  maybe, I will make videos to accompany these progression... blogs. Ugh, why do I dig myself in a hole too deep for my reach? I don't have the memory, ram, or space to even open my video editor, so I'll have to find a way around this.

Good day, gentlemen/ladies. I'll be up and out soon!

July 13th, 2014

11:01pm

With the day's counting down, (fifty from today), I spend the day jogging around the park and working on my storyboard for a show that I plan on making. Other than that I might read, draw, write, do chores, or go outside. Creativity is thinking with what you can do with what's available. Imagine you plan to redesign a room. Imagination is taking it in the least expected way. Imperfection is what perfect is based off of. Without imperfection, there would be no comparison made. Living in it, may come close. 

     I also managed to sketch (and finish it) in my sketch book. My little brother also did that too. On comparison, I made a joke by saying "I draw that, while you draw this". Oh, his interests. I wonder if he will draw another piece like that again. Some days I push him to, but for the least part, this is what gets him going. Both have the same bird.

Mine

His