Yesterday

Yesterday was not a good day for me. Yesterday was a good day for me.

Don't you love contradictory statements? Its kind of like that picture of the sky. Its actually a picture of the roof of a car and you can just see the sky reflected in it.

Yesterday, I got to go and see my little sister at her middle school science fair, I successfully scrunched my hair, and after I brought my sister home I got to go outside and play with my other little siblings! However, before, after, and in between those experiences things went to you know where... I missed a meeting, I went to another meeting that lasted for two and a half hours when it was supposed to last for one, I had leftover spaghetti for lunch, I bombed a test, almost-bombed another, ate a really bad taco for dinner, got a call that I am supposed to come to a graduation that I have nothing appropriate to wear to, and fell asleep in my beautifully scrunched hair still full of product so when I woke up this morning, it looked pretty whacked out.

That was my yesterday in 191 words. Now here's my yesterday in six words:
I can't wait until summer break.



PS I realize that was a rather disheartening (a word here meaning demoralizing or discouraging) post. I'll try to post something happy tomorrow. :) I need a flop day. Its much easier to write about when things go wrong rather than when things go right. I think thats partly why Murphy's Law exists, for writers. That's why all the greatest stories are tradgedies.

Blog Vandalism

BAM! I did it! I just put graffiti on my blog. Essentially, graffiti is images or lettering scratched, scrawled, painted or marked in any manner on property (aka, my blog) so technically, this counts!

Why did I mark in a certain manner on my property?

Because I love graffiti. I understand that it can be disrespectful when done without permission, and that it costs a lot of money to remove, but I think its fascinating. So I created my own tag.

A "tag" is the most basic writing of an artist's name, so all it really is is a writer's personalized signature.

Technically tagging my own blog is not vandalism though... I had my own permission to do it. ;)

One of my favorite graffiti artists is Banksy. He's fairly well-known and he was up for an Oscar for a documentary that he directed on street art. The coolest thing about him is not his art (which is pretty amazing) but the fact that no one knows who he is.

On another completely related topic-

Six Word Journal:
(Day Four): Excessively tiresome and rather depressing day.
(Day Five): Watched some interesting movies and slept.

Don't Read This

Ha! If you're reading this, you have trouble following directions. So, I'll give you another chance.












Please stop reading this.















In case you were wondering why, its because this is my word journal, but its late. And I didn't want you to know, but here is my Six Word Journal Day Three (two days ago):
So busy, happy, and frustrating.



If you're still reading this, here's something you might enjoy:

http://donotclickonthislink.com/a-red-button-lurks

Lousy Days and Lawn Mowers

Recently I commented on a friend, Elenatintil's blog about lawn mowing. Coincidentally, I was pressed into mowing the lawn that very evening. That day was particularly abysmal (a word here meaning dreadful or lousy) for me. Work was piling up, I didn't feel well, and I ended up babysitting my little sister while trying to cook dinner. After things had calmed down, all I wanted to do was veg out in front of the TV and forget about all the math that was waiting for me when I got around to finishing my homework. Instead, I was Jedi-mind-tricked into agreeing to mow the lawn. After and hour and forty-five minutes of sweaty and the mind-numbing task of pushing a heavy, electronic version of a baby stroller with blades underneath, I felt much better. Oddly. After that, I washed up, went outside, and planted some flowers, felt ten-times better, and still didn't want to finish my math.

Six Word Journal, Day Two (yesterday):

Happy Birthday to my amazing mother!

PS In case any of you were wondering, yes, my parents' birthdays are one right after the other, and my dad is exactly 1 day older than my mom. How sweet is that? 

River Sticks and Birthday Wishes

I don't have time for much today, but I had an interesting dream. So keeping with the 10-lb. Marshmallow Challenge spirit I'll tell you about it.

I was near this river, and I was with a massive group of people and we all had sticks about 1m long. The river was lined with trees, and looked like it was winding through a forest. We were told that our job was to go along the river, and "clean" it with our sticks. So we walked in and along the river (it wasn't very deep) until we got to a place where the river just stopped. It looked like it was plugged up with sand and to "clean" the river we had to push the sand away with our sticks. So all of us are standing there swinging our sticks trying to clean out this river. Apparently it was very important, because when I woke up to the sound of my roommate's hair dryer my subconscious self tried to go back to sleep and finish cleaning out the river!
Pretty. Odd.

In other news...

Your Day in Six Words

This was a challenge I got off of a website. To keep a journal for everyday for six months summarizing your day in six words. So, for day one (yesterday):

Happy birthday to my wonderful father!