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Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Life♥
I'm happy lately. I like it.
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Yesterday was great, today will be too. :)
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Yesterday was great, today will be too. :)
Pride, Prejudice, sand, and skipping school.
Today my ASL class went to see Pride and Prejudice. Not only did this have nothing to do with ASL, this had absolutely nothing to do with school at all, not one of my classes is working with this time period, this author, this book, or anything even close to a good reason.
Thankfully that did not stop my favorite teacher of all time Ms. Glass from pulling us all out of school, taking us out to coffee, and watching a good play. Though I had no background to what the play was supposed to be about, I very much enjoyed it, even the wordiness of it.
After a day at coffee shop, and playhouse, we all walked down to the Erie art Museum. I had never been there, and it was actually an extremely enjoyable time.
One of the pieces of art was called a Sand Mandala. This was the only kind of art that honestly has taken me aback a bit... It's an entire.. painting? I guess. Only entirely of sand. I don't know if you've ever tried to make anything out of colored sand? But it sucks.
The entire thing is typically made outside.. watched by thousands of people. If one gust of breeze goes by and messes it up at all, they scrap the whole thing. The entire time they meditate on life, death, peace, and the fragility of all things. When a mandala is ruined, intentional, or accidental, the monks are trained to show no emotion. Kind of like the guards in the red suits who everyone makes funny faces at? Only these guys spend thousands of hours on a piece of art.
Kids at the museum were messing with his Mandala, it took him thousands of hours, and all he did was smile. I need to learn that kind of acceptance and patience. Oh so here is a couple pictures of what they look like, keep in mind they are entirely sand.. http://www.artnetwork.com/Mandala/gallery.html
Thankfully that did not stop my favorite teacher of all time Ms. Glass from pulling us all out of school, taking us out to coffee, and watching a good play. Though I had no background to what the play was supposed to be about, I very much enjoyed it, even the wordiness of it.
After a day at coffee shop, and playhouse, we all walked down to the Erie art Museum. I had never been there, and it was actually an extremely enjoyable time.
One of the pieces of art was called a Sand Mandala. This was the only kind of art that honestly has taken me aback a bit... It's an entire.. painting? I guess. Only entirely of sand. I don't know if you've ever tried to make anything out of colored sand? But it sucks.
The entire thing is typically made outside.. watched by thousands of people. If one gust of breeze goes by and messes it up at all, they scrap the whole thing. The entire time they meditate on life, death, peace, and the fragility of all things. When a mandala is ruined, intentional, or accidental, the monks are trained to show no emotion. Kind of like the guards in the red suits who everyone makes funny faces at? Only these guys spend thousands of hours on a piece of art.
Kids at the museum were messing with his Mandala, it took him thousands of hours, and all he did was smile. I need to learn that kind of acceptance and patience. Oh so here is a couple pictures of what they look like, keep in mind they are entirely sand.. http://www.artnetwork.com/Mandala/gallery.html
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Doughnut day!!
For as long as I can remember Sunday has been doughnut day. Which means I wake up to a box of doughnuts, the Sunday paper and a new gallon of milk in the fridge. This used to be about the most exciting thing during the week, I mean.. come on. Doughnuts!
This has become slightly less exciting over time with the realization of... doughnuts are possibly the worst possible thing you can put in your body after some kind of deadly corrosive acid. Though I still do like doughnuts, I don't eat them as excessively or get as excited when I see the box.
Today I got sprinkles, time to dig in.
This has become slightly less exciting over time with the realization of... doughnuts are possibly the worst possible thing you can put in your body after some kind of deadly corrosive acid. Though I still do like doughnuts, I don't eat them as excessively or get as excited when I see the box.
Today I got sprinkles, time to dig in.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Saturdays!
Saturdays to me used to be waking up as early as possible, getting my bowl of sugary cereal and parking myself directly in front of the T.V. until Sherlock Holmes the cartoon came on at 12.
My Saturdays now consist of waking up at as late as possible, trying to squeeze every ounce of sleep I can out of my day before noon. At noon every Saturday, nine other people in the world and I venture into the World of Warcraft to kill big bad monsters.
My Aunt, two Uncles, best friend, his Mom, and a few other close friends of mine make up this assortment of 10. It is a great time and a fantastic way to talk to and hang out with family and friends that live all over the world. Some in Japan, some in Canada, some in Cali.
What better way to spend your Saturday afternoon then with friends, family, and gaming?
Well, I recently killed enough big bad monsters in such a way that the game awarded me a clump of pixels that looks like some kind of dragon.
This achievement is not only bragging rights, but it also looks pretty shiny too!
Anywho, back to killing big bad monsters with people. More as this all develops.
My Saturdays now consist of waking up at as late as possible, trying to squeeze every ounce of sleep I can out of my day before noon. At noon every Saturday, nine other people in the world and I venture into the World of Warcraft to kill big bad monsters.
My Aunt, two Uncles, best friend, his Mom, and a few other close friends of mine make up this assortment of 10. It is a great time and a fantastic way to talk to and hang out with family and friends that live all over the world. Some in Japan, some in Canada, some in Cali.
What better way to spend your Saturday afternoon then with friends, family, and gaming?
Well, I recently killed enough big bad monsters in such a way that the game awarded me a clump of pixels that looks like some kind of dragon.
This achievement is not only bragging rights, but it also looks pretty shiny too!
Anywho, back to killing big bad monsters with people. More as this all develops.
Friday, March 5, 2010
My baby sister is in jail.
Maddie-Mae has been accused of being too adorable. We had to lock her inside our living room... But really, have you ever seen a cuter baby? I know everyone thinks that their kid is the cutest, but she's not mine so I am un-bias. That is the cutest baby I have ever seen.
Playing in the snow!
A few days ago for the first time in years, I played in the snow. Me, my little brother C.J., my sister Cassie, and my girlfriend Ashley all took up the task of making a snowman. The reasons for this are.
1.) C.J. had never made a snowman.
2.) I secretly wanted to play in the snow.
3.) The snow is going away soon.
After taking the thirty minutes to get C.J.'s snow gear on, which consisted of a shirt, pants, coat, gloves, hat, socks, boots, scarf, and any other cloth my Mother could wrap him. (This feat would probably of only taken 2-3 minutes if C.J. wasn't taking off everything we had put on him immediately after it was in place.) We then proceeded to finally go into the backyard to create what in our heads was going to be the biggest, baddest snowman in town.
We sprang into action and started piling snow into mounds to begin working. About fifteen seconds into our efforts we realized "Oh crap, this snow is frozen and will never make a snowman." We didn't let the frozen snow deter us from making the coolest snowman that ever lived. After an hour of trying to make the snow malleable with a shovel , and C.J.'s adorable yet completely counter-active efforts we manged to make this. *holds for applause*
As you can see, we have created a masterpiece. Okay, well it was the best we could do. I am proud of our freaky little... snow thing. However, sadly you won't see this in an art museum anytime soon, not because it is not the best snow-thingy ever created but because... minutes after it's completion C.J. proceeded to pummel the crap out of our snow-thing.
All in all we all took something away from the experience. I remembered why I hadn't played in the snow for so long... it's freaking cold. Cassie realized that taking pictures on a broken camera isn't fun. (Our camera's digital display doesn't work) Ashley took away the flu! And C.J. took away... well, everything we spent hours making.
I love that kid. ♥
1.) C.J. had never made a snowman.
2.) I secretly wanted to play in the snow.
3.) The snow is going away soon.
After taking the thirty minutes to get C.J.'s snow gear on, which consisted of a shirt, pants, coat, gloves, hat, socks, boots, scarf, and any other cloth my Mother could wrap him. (This feat would probably of only taken 2-3 minutes if C.J. wasn't taking off everything we had put on him immediately after it was in place.) We then proceeded to finally go into the backyard to create what in our heads was going to be the biggest, baddest snowman in town.
We sprang into action and started piling snow into mounds to begin working. About fifteen seconds into our efforts we realized "Oh crap, this snow is frozen and will never make a snowman." We didn't let the frozen snow deter us from making the coolest snowman that ever lived. After an hour of trying to make the snow malleable with a shovel , and C.J.'s adorable yet completely counter-active efforts we manged to make this. *holds for applause*
As you can see, we have created a masterpiece. Okay, well it was the best we could do. I am proud of our freaky little... snow thing. However, sadly you won't see this in an art museum anytime soon, not because it is not the best snow-thingy ever created but because... minutes after it's completion C.J. proceeded to pummel the crap out of our snow-thing.
All in all we all took something away from the experience. I remembered why I hadn't played in the snow for so long... it's freaking cold. Cassie realized that taking pictures on a broken camera isn't fun. (Our camera's digital display doesn't work) Ashley took away the flu! And C.J. took away... well, everything we spent hours making.
I love that kid. ♥
The excitement of making a blog.
I have finally come around to making a blog. Upon telling my Uncle John this, he said "Tenshu's Blog Day 1: Hey everyone, I made a blog! Tee-hee." No doubt poking fun at the fact that, I am not a very good writer, or a creative person.
But, I did find the creating of a blog at least to be extremely fun and time consuming. It took me about two hours to come up with a title, a picture, and a quote. (It's okay, I was babysitting anyway.)
My title is "Life in my verse," for a few reasons. I've noticed that my idea of everything is different from everybody else. So I guess the way I perceive the universe makes it "my own." I stole the word "verse" from a T.V. show named Firefly™. Not only is this my favorite show, it's basically the only show I will ever watch.
The picture I believe requires no deep explanation, it's a picture of the universe. (This is that lack of creativity I fore-mentioned.)
The quote is one of my favorites by Aldous Huxley. It's been pretty inspirational, and inspires me to *attempt* to be a better person then the average Joe or Jane.
I have no particular plan for this blog, or any direction I plan to point it into. I think it'll be pretty general about me and all the exciting things a teenager of the 21st century does. I'm probably going to do a few blogs tonight for practice, and because I am finding it to be quite fun.
But, I did find the creating of a blog at least to be extremely fun and time consuming. It took me about two hours to come up with a title, a picture, and a quote. (It's okay, I was babysitting anyway.)
My title is "Life in my verse," for a few reasons. I've noticed that my idea of everything is different from everybody else. So I guess the way I perceive the universe makes it "my own." I stole the word "verse" from a T.V. show named Firefly™. Not only is this my favorite show, it's basically the only show I will ever watch.
The picture I believe requires no deep explanation, it's a picture of the universe. (This is that lack of creativity I fore-mentioned.)
The quote is one of my favorites by Aldous Huxley. It's been pretty inspirational, and inspires me to *attempt* to be a better person then the average Joe or Jane.
I have no particular plan for this blog, or any direction I plan to point it into. I think it'll be pretty general about me and all the exciting things a teenager of the 21st century does. I'm probably going to do a few blogs tonight for practice, and because I am finding it to be quite fun.
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