First Post On The New Mac

And I'm... sad.

I shouldn't be. I just played nearly seven straight hours of Minecraft without any freezing, built a castle, explored some caves, and ate some smores pizza, which was to DIE for. But no, I'm sad.

I'm sad because I saw a picture. I shouldn't be sad, but I am. It's old news, past times, and I shouldn't care. But I do. It's that part of me that always looks back to yesterday and remembers everything, from the best times to the worst times. I guess that's my fault though, for being so naive and vulnerable.

I'm also sad because of my portfolio. I know it doesn't matter what some snotty art teachers say, but it just sucks. I wish I got some sort of feedback :/ Why was my art only at the caliber of a 3? I thought I had some strong pieces in both my concentration and breadth, and I know I had some weak ones. It's like, this was my last big hoorah of high school. I've been working towards it since that first day of sitting in Mrs. Kudlicki's class on the very first day of high school. It's amazing to think back to those days when I was the star of class and had some of the best work. Not to be all egotistical, but it really did make me feel good. And even in class this past year, I knew I had some great competition with my classmates. We all hated James and knew he'd score well.

A three. I'll never forgive myself for not putting more effort into my work. That was my shot and I blew it, and naturally, no one in the house cares/understands why it's been bringing me down so much. I remember sitting in class without any cares towards the due date, just me, my table, my mess, and my canvas. I remember painting what I liked and not sitting there worrying about harmony, shape, texture, and depth.

I dunno. Art's my one time to shine and I blew it. I feel way too defeated. No me gusta. I like this song, though.



xx Wait For Me Along The Shore Marz