Today was made of rock and roll. AP English was interesting. Film Studies was even more interesting, as 60% of the class was gone. Leaving me, a Latino girl with little to no knowledge on the English language, and the teacher alone. I had to take notes on a certain shot of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective. I knew studying a comedy for cinematographic value was inappropriate, but not as inappropriate as the crude sex scene which was nearly unbearable to watch in that dark, quiet classroom atmosphere. My face was in my hands. No one said a word. Calculus was pleasant. Mr. Hughes is a polite, tall, humorous man who reads us things from a small book of life tips and refers to us as a "family". He must love mob movies or something. Lunch was incredible. I got the Freshman that sits with us to leave our table, leaving an empty seat for passersby. This includes chicks, and that's about it. Haha, oh misogyny. I had a young Mexican boy say "Heisenberg" and he sounded very much like Tuco Salamanca from Breaking Bad. Biology made up for its last two boring weeks of nothingness with a microscope lab, no matter how stupid the questions in the packet were. I got to see cheek cells of a young blonde boy who is the younger brother of a girl I once wrote a poem about. I was heavily caffeinated by a bitter, searing hot cappucino and feeling smitten that night. She was beautiful. German was ridiculous. We reviewed how to share preferences, me and Ian Straka reminisced about 7th grade, and Robert Miller made fun of my comment on hipster cred I made yesterday. I explained to him that my hipster reputation would be ruined if we were both seen to be wearing similar glasses. This school is only big enough for two Ray-Bans wearers. AP Government and Politics was interesting. To me, anyways. Most students in that large class signed up because they heard it was easy. Easy college credits attracts everyone. I printed out a current event on increasing U.S. involvement in war-torn Syria. Nick had to work today, so I walked home by myself, with no way of obtaining coffee. I ate a large mass of Animal Crackers and watched Boardwalk Empire until I fell asleep for 15 minutes and laid on the couch in half-sleep for 30 minutes. Me mum came home, and I told her to take me to Artisan's and added that she had no choice this time but to say Yes. Haha. I was dying, you understand. Literally, my brain was fading. I am fully awake now, and I am shirking my homework duties (they are simple enough). "You've got those tired eyes all the time". I like doing vocabulary.
Lights.
One bright.
One broken.
One beautiful.
Sirens.
One loud.
One quiet.
One sharp.
Flowers.
One blossomed.
One drooping.
One colorful.
Fish.
One swift.
One fierce.
One curious.
My eyes are growing into mini-cameras and my budget is low. I want to direct, I want to write, I want to film. It's ridiculous how much my life has become a movie. A living motion picture. A moving movie. "Know that you will be my downfall, but I call and I call and I call."
Nelson Van Alden, played by Michael Shannon, is my favorite character in Boardwalk Empire.
(This blog entry is fondly dedicated to a reader of mine, one Elizabeth Delany. She's a friend of mine. If you see her, greet her cordially and treat her to dinner. She enjoys Maggiano's. Also, buy her a large jar of sweet pickles. She loves them jawns.)
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