I"M SO ANGRY THAT NO ONE HAS BOUGHT ANYTHING!!
My account is like ghostly...no one ever visits it.
Whatever, maybe i'm not cut out to be a money-making photographer...
D:

The art on there is freakish.


Oh yeah, and my mum saw my DA.
She pretty much doesn't like my pics except the "JUMP" one.
Not that I really care to much.
I'm actually quite motivated now to do better pictures that not only sells but people like more.

I don't know, but since all my life, putting what I have said aside, I try and try to gain my mother's acceptance.
She doesn't really accept me. Or if she does she certainly isn't that proud of the way i've turned out. Regardless of how angry I am of her, i want to please her.
All her critisism actually effects me.
Even if its suppose to be "improvement"
Sometimes I really don't feel able to deal with the critisism, even if its playful.

Its getting better now...

Onto Todaii...

I like our bus talking group that we had today.
Cindy, Emma, DonDon and me :)
And it was so much quieter without the half of the Year 8's (who missed the bus) and the Year 7's who are on camp.

In English was the first detention i've had since Year 6 due to not fully completing the homework.
It made me think just how much of how well i am of staying out of trouble than i was compared to my older self.
Primary School
♥2 green cards (3 meant suspension - which was a unvalidated rumour) due to full arguing with a teacher, and he wouldn't agree that I was right, the other for wagging a bit of class in kindy.

♥ Usual detentions, especially through K- 3. I kinda grew up onwards.
I found it quite relaxing, sitting there and spacing out, staring at the other kids play.
I didnt see it as a punishment at all.

haha, I even remember the time I stole my best friend's pokemon cards even when I was fully aware of the fact that her name was written on the back of all the cards.
I like the thrill of doing something wrong, playing with the boundaries.


This pretty much shows that today I have more skills in lying and deception than those days.

..
So, Mr Quill forced us to write a paragraph or two for an opening.
Here is my work, since I feel like posting it:

On the concrete step Jess sat, alone. In silence she exhaled the crispy night air that chilled her to her very being. She was wearing the mere basics; shirt, shoes and shorts. No coat, no nothing to keep her warm. Her eyes exposed her tired state, her hands grubby from the dirt and her hair tangled into a mess of tassels. It appeared she had been out in the wilderness all day.
"Where are you Jasper?" she whispered jitterly. The spasms of shivers where finally getting to her.
In her hand she clentched a red dog collar decorateed with "Jasper" etched onto the fabric charismatically.

:)

Oh yes, today Taz had a rip in his pants and we went to the library to staple it shut, but the stapler was attached to a string and the last thing we wanted was for everyone to see plus the library NAZI's to be asking questions like "what are you doing?"
To make matters worse he had athletics training in the arvo, so stapling would really only be a temporary solution.
So we headed to textiles to sow it on, but Ms Harding pretty much said he didn't need to sow it, but we realised that it would probably rip even more.

IN the end I leant him my PE shorts that I accidently brought to school.
He is like size 16 whereas I'm 12.
hahaha :)
I feel kinda sorry for him, that all this embarrasing things happen to him though.
Oh weeell.


That raps it just about up for todays post.
Oh and I really want to put my "Rivers Flows In You" by Yiruma playing skills to the test on an actual piano rather than a keyboard.
I can play like 2/3 of the song.

:D