A hard day's work... for most of us.

     Half day at school means one hour blocks, pretty close to what I'm used to. Mhm, Texas.<3 Well that really isn't today's discussion; it just kinda leads in to it chronologically. My seat on the bus was empty because the person who typically keeps the left side warm was on her way to the Bueso residence. At noon, Ligia arrived at my house, as planned, to begin our new "business" of raking people's yards! Yaaaaaayyyy.
     At twelve thirty, Ligia, Pablo, and myself started the treacherous journey to find a homeowner who was willing to have the three of us rake leaves from their yard, for the low price of ten dollars! After three or four initial rejections, we came across a man who was planning on raking his yard today anyway! What perfect timing we had and thus we commenced! When we nearly finished raking up the entire front yard, the man offered to pay an additional fifteen dollars if we would rake the backyard as well. Of course, being the eager youngsters we are, agreed with excitement. Twenty-five dollars is what this yard was worth so far, and boy were we happy! Once we started to get into the backyard, Kasey and Dennis (who I did not expect to see and who volunteered) came and started bagging leaves... slowly... Jared called me and joined in on the awesome raking action and also earned two dollars. Time passed and all of a sudden we were done. "Thank you guys so much," the lady said, "We were going to do this today anyway, but we completely under estimated the amount of work that there was to do! We're having guests over for Thanksgiving tomorrow and you have saved out lives." It made me smile to feel like I had done such a great service for that lovely couple. I had a few fail moments in that yard, but the funniest one was, "Wait! Dennis is still in the backyard!" And he was just a Kasey away... FAIL! The guy threw in another twenty dollars making our grand total a whooping forty-five dollars in just one yard!
     The next yard made everyone enthralled because the leaves were so big and easy to rake up! Who wouldn't be excited about that??? Ha ha ha. Well, the man took our offer of ten dollars to do the front and when he saw the great job we were doing, he offered an additional twenty five to do the back too. Monetary total: eighty big ones! Matt joined as a volunteer as we finished up the back yard. It was sad though because it seem that when the leaf blower stopped, so did everyone else... slowly the slacking and coldness began and the back yard ended up looking half-assed. Jared left halfway into this yard and Kasey, Ligia, and Dennis retired to Kasey's house because it was too cold. Fine. More money for me and Pablo, eh?
     Two more houses said no, two said come back another day, one said yes. He took our ten dollar offer and we began raking. That man had the largest leave covered front yard I have seen! It took along time to get it done but the three of us did it: Matt, Pablo, and myself. The man ended up paying twenty dollars. Not because he wanted to, but because he didn't have any tens. I guess we kind of lucked out on that part...
     Presently, I am exhausted. I want to roll over and sleep for years. I'm too tired to shower, just gonna get in something warm and knock the hell out. Oh and I said I love you first. Good night blogger world.

P.S. The pay was apportioned to the time each person worked and how well they did. So don't be all upset with your pay, you get what you deserve. Thank you volunteers! And somethings else... but I forgot! BYE!

Skyscrapers have faults too

     A few minutes ago, I wrote Kasey a little poem which she found really cute so I'll probably quote it in another entry, just not today. Anyhow, I think things are going pretty swell for the most part.
     I began writing a descriptive essay (minimum of 500 words), it begins "The room was still and as cold as winter, just the way he liked it. 'Bzzzt, bzzzt," whispered the air conditioning unit as our breaths brought in the room's only warmth. This little house of ours was laden with his favorite scent, the thick smell of dust. And as I sat at the high bar-style table, I watched him push up his superglue remedied glasses and sweep his freshly cut hair from his face with his pinky fingers." I'll post the whole story as I finish but until then, topic change!
     It was weird to watch them fight because, although I have heard of it, I had never witnessed it first hand. I don't really have any idea what the argument was about but I felt like, for just a moment, she and I were going through the same thing. I don't particularly like this person of whom I speak but I felt as though I could talk to multiple people about somethings... and she would be the only one to understand in the sense I imply it. So even with my sheer dislike of her, I feel somewhat compelled to become her friend and end the monster within. I think I'll write a note and see if anything happens from there, maybe I'm sticking my nose to far in... but it can't hurt to try to make a female friend, can it?
     Speaking of friends, it's ridiculous that I find that my friend ratio of boys to girls (in the Virginia area) is about 5:1. It's kind of strange but I do not know how to become friends with a girl by myself. I met Kasey because my father and I met Ligia because Kasey. I've met other girls through other friends, but none that I fit with right. Making a female companion is like cooking: if you don't put the right portions of ingredients, the end result will be horrible. No one wants to eat horrible food, except when the cook is nodding eagerly about their self-proclaimed "amazing dish". Though Kasey, Ligia, and I will begin the initial workings of our fall/winter business: LEAF RAKING!
     We've got it all planned out: leaf-blower, raker, and leaf bagger! BAM! Ten dollar per yard I believe and we'll alternate jobs. It's a great way for all of us to spend time together and earn some cash! (Let's just hope people want to pay us to rake their leaves!) Well it's time to shower and call it a night. Sleep well blogger world;<3

Lost in slumber

     I dreamt of having a giant timeline on my wall, of what I don't remember, but it was of quite some importance. These people and I rearranged the timeline countless times until it reached the point of near perfection, I suppose. A girl said to me, "Bad dreams come from your stuffed animals being upside down." That line really took me by surprise, I didn't think little things like that had that much impact. This is kind of silly, but I want to test that theory, ha ha ha! I'll report my results in another blog entry.
     Moving on, yesterday was quite a day. Well not really. I wanted to be alone, sometimes I get tired of always being surrounded by people. I took the dogs for a walk by myself and instead of the normal petty chatter I was used to, I looked around and really admired my surroundings. I watched a few leaves, carried by the wind, glide down from their tree and softly touch the ground. I noted to variety of leave colors that my Texas eyes were not used to seeing. And I'd close my eyes and take deep breaths and open them to reveal the vast beauty of this land called Virginia Beach. I put the dogs away and decided that I still wanted to be alone.
     I took some chalk and walked to the ugly tennis court by the park, my mission was to draw. Alana from the art institute told me that drawing was something that could be taught, so I tried my luck and I think it was a success. Just so you know, drawing in chalk is far from the easiest thing because it takes at lot of spit and a lot of rubbing that spit to erase anything. I think that the drawing accurately represents me (except I parted the hair the wrong way) and this is sort of my motivation to practice getting better at uhhh... drawing!
     Later on in the day, Kasey met up with me and eventually Den, Lee, Big L, Pablo, and Charmander. Mhm, a lot of people on my day alone. No big deal though. Just kept to myself most of the time, listening to my iPod. I think the end of the day was the best though...
     Laying on the fallen leaves, looking up at the stars. It was beautiful and cold and I believe it was only six-ish. I walked home and the day pretty much ended, I watched The Bounty Hunter with Heather and my dad, then went upstairs, played two games of free cell, then went to sleep. That's when my timeline dream began. Good morning.

An oasis in the desert

     Bittersweet is the perfect word, or as Señora Jones said "mal dulces" or bad candy. (She meant it in the way of bad but sweet).
     Today, my father and I took a tour of the Art Institute of Virginia Beach. I don't know how else to put it except that I feel as though it's a perfect fit for me. Though, nothing is set in stone until January. It feels completely new and breathtaking, like standing at the foot of a summit and looking up to see how tiny and insignificant you really are. And in the same token, it's as refreshing as the breath out of you mouth right after you have brushed your teeth. Not all factors are this interesting, unfortunately.
     You seem to love me when you're in a good mood and that upsets me. Some days I deserve the world and others I deserve nothing, some days I'm cute because I act like a kid and others I'm childish and need to grow up, some days I'm selfish and adorable and others I'm self-centered and stupid. I can't be everything but I am someone, and that person is simply Passíon.
     I'm tired of pleasing everyone, it's my time now. And I'm going to accomplish everything and anything to make me happy. I'd like you to be the hand holding mine, doing something you love... We'll see. We shall see.

Accomplishment

     For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm doing something right and productive. I'm not sure of the outcome and all that jazz but it's exciting. I'm holding fast to this feeling because it seems... I don't know the word, uh... GREAT??? Ha, I'm not sure. I haven't been this excited about much in a while and I know I haven't been blogging so much recently. It's hard to find the time between studying, projects, and socializing; but I digress.
     I feel like I'm on top of the world and it feels so silly but I'm a cloud. I have a good thing going and it's so new. A newness I haven't felt, ever. I guess all I can do is keep doodling and smiling a stupid when people look at me funny. Holy BeJesus, it's great! I don't know how I can better convey the complete and utter felicity I feel streaming through my veins. I'm getting a vehicle soon and it just seems like all the pieces are falling so perfectly together! Well I don't have much more to say about anything except that religioustolerance.org is definitely worth checking out and phobialist.com is a fun little site to figure out what to call your quirky little fears. Well it's I'm done with this. I'll make sure to blog more often. Good night!