The last unicorn (or art class, as the case may be)

Muahaha! The last art class was today. And, surprisingly, I filled the last page of my scetchbook just as class ended. I didn't even plan it!
Mr. Dell said that I should get the hardest working student award. That was nice.
I don't have to get up early Wednesdays to clean! W00t! Triple w00t!
Until the Wednesday after next.
Oh, wait. I'll probably be at Ash's, since we have choir three days in a row that week.
TWO WEEKS OFF! I hope Andy (the neighbor) won't want me to clean. I'll be gone.
Two organized a parade for Mr. Dell. It was really nice, and the kids had fun. I gave him a card (almost everybody did) and Monet gave him a carving of a pencil on a stand that he made himself. The carving and the stand, not just the stand.
It kind of ticked me off, though, when today, while I was trying to show Mr. Dell stuff that I'd done a while ago (that he'd asked to see) and people kept talking to him. First Monet interrupted to ask if he could show something, then Two said that she needed his help really badly (she's a little dramatic), then Edison kept interrupting to show his stuff. I was mostly mad at Edison, since he KNEW that I was trying to show Mr. Dell something. Edison had already stolen my chair (which I didn't say anything about because Mom always says how petty that is, but Edison steals it every class, so I have to sit where I can't see anything at all.)
I also cleaned at Andy's house today. I now have $149 dollars of spending money for China. Now I'm going to save up for either
a) getting my hair done, or
b) going to the arts camp.
I think they both cost $90. Somewhere around there.
I think that's all.
-Me (aka: Not you, I don't even know you)

I'm such a lazy bum.

I realize that it's been almost a week since my last post. You don't have to remind me. I've been busy. So sue me. Every night before I go to bed, Mom and Dad say
"Bard. Go to bed."
"Oh, but dearest parents, I wished to write on my educational and mature web log."
"Well, that's too bad for you. You took too long to eat your gruel."
"Please, I cleaned up the entire house. May I write just a few words so my loyal readers don't think I'm dead?"
"No. Shut up. Go away. No one likes your style."
Okay. So I was exaggerating. But still. I keep having to go to bed before I can write. This caused Mom to say "So why don't you write at 8:00 am?"
Because at 8:00 am nothing has happened to me yet. And I've probably forgotten what happened yesterday.

Um, back to things happening, nothing has happened. Except that at choir yesterday Mrs. Jay assigned 50,000 more TWO HOUR rehearsals.
Okay. Three. But they are for two hours. 15 minutes more than usual. That doesn't sound so bad, but it is. Trust me.

Ash and I are figuring on being dead within, oh, the next week or so. But that's okay. Ash especially, because she has a job. She said she was going to die on Monday, but she was wrongo.

I went to Kat's for like, two hours on Monday. Actually less than that. Thankfully she didn't mention any boys liking me (which she did on the pu-hon-ee repeatedly, causing me to, in turn, want to repeatedly
a) Kill myself,
b) Kill her,
c) Hang up the phone,
d) Hit someone,
e) Throw something.
Of course I did none of these things. I sat and listened politely, and acted like I didn't want to throttle something within an inch of it's life.).

I bet you were all worried that I wasn't going to close my parenthesis. Then you would be forced to mentally read the rest of my post in an undertone. The rest of my blog, even. I would have, anyway. I prolly would have stopped reading the blog at all. It would have bothered me.

In conclusion, I finally posted. But probably everyone has stopped reading this blog because "Stupid Bard never updates, unlike the marvy Polka Dotted Pickles blog that is so absolutely miraculous." Which, in all honesty, it is.

Accomplishment!

So, despite the fact that I'm usually depressed on Wednesdays on account of art classes, today I was pretty happy. This is because:
a) I cleaned the entire downstairs, and have done so for the past three weeks. Mom mentioned this to the class, and they all applauded. Mr. Dell shook my hand, and said he was proud of me for making the art class possible. I know that sounds really cheesy, but with Mr. Dell, he's really earnest about what he says, so you feel happier.
b) I showed the aforementioned art teacher the (really awful) drawings I did during the week. He took the time to say to me that he was really glad I actually practiced every night (Which I do. If I suck at something, I may as well be consistent. I don't want to suck and be lazy, too). He said it showed that I was really dedicated and persistent. This was kind of good, because usually it ends up that Edison is the whizz at everything when he doesn't even try, and I'm awful no matter how much I practice. But whatever.
c) I went to the neighbor's today to clean. She paid me for the past two times I went. 25 smackeroos. Not bad for an amphibian. That makes $137 in spending money for China. W00t. Not only that, Blue asked if I could feed their guinea pigs while they were gone. They aren't leaving until the end of June, but she said she'd pay me in advance towards China.
d) Pop's sister sent me money for the trip in Pop's birthday card. I felt bad because he thought it was for him (I did too!) until he read the note. "This is for Bard's trip. I'm not that nice yet." Even though it has nothing to do with me, I feel guilty that I have the money. I almost wanted to just give it to him.
e) I was kind of dreading this art thing that we're going to tommorow, but it turns out I don't have to bring drawing art, any art is good. Music, writing, anything. So I'll probably bring a poem, provided I can find one that's half-way decent.
f) I think I've decided to send something to Cicada magizine. It's a real-life thing, so I'll probably submit it under some other name. There aren't any names, or anything, and it isn't mean, but I'd just feel kind of weird if it had my name.
I guess that all means I'm doing pretty well today. I'm bushed, though. Luckily I don't really have anything tommorow other than the art thing at night. I think I'm going to laze about and read, or something. Actually I just remembered, I have to dust and vaucuum my room; clean my closet a bit; type up that thing for Bean (Bean, if you're reading this I'm really sorry I haven't sent it to you yet. First I lost the notebook, then I was just plain lazy); edit a thing so I can give it to Ash on Saturday; practice Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring; practice the piano and draw. Nevermind.

Ooh....

I've been bad. I haven't posted in a while. So sorry. I just kept forgetting. Um, I went to Ash's for her birthday party (lots and lots of fun) finished Creative Writing classes, got a life, and... I think that's it. I went to see Beauty and the Beast with Ash. It was so great. Lumiere was HILLARIOUS. Everyone should go see it.
Oh, I remember what else. I had a concert. It was okay. Barter was lovely. The Chinese songs were okay; we didn't do my favorite ones. I cleaned my room and got a new bookshelf, so me room looks ship-shape, me hearties. In other words, it looks like a real room. I'll have to post a picture at some point in time, I think. You'll all marvel at how childish it looks (Not only is it themed, the theme is faeries. It's purple and yellow, and I also have two turtles and a bird. And stuffed animals all over the place. And a canopy.). Can you blame me for making it all little-kiddy? I mean, it's practically the room I always wanted when I was little. And I like it a lot, even though people always think it's Sweetheart's room (until they actually see her room, that is).
Edison has a "friend" as Ash calls her. After the concert on Saturday her parents (she's an only child) and our family went to a pizza place. Actually, our family minus Sweetheart, Baby and me. The former were at home with Pop. I was with Ash having coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich at a local diner. They brought me back to the pizza place for the last half hour or so. She and her parents thought my choir was great. I was really flattered, but as I told Ash on Monday "It was really great and all, but I was just like 'Yeah, I'm tired.'" I was tired. It was like, 10:30, and believe it or not, singing takes a lot out of you. Not to mention the stress. Of the concert, not of the dinner. The dinner was nice. Except they ate all the pizza. That pretty much stunk.

In response to a lecture...

(Note: This lecture was not given to me by my parents.)
Today someone was talking about how Reliant K (one of my favorite bands; Christian punk) is doing a tour with Good Charlotte. He was talking about how cool that was, because people who aren't Christian and avoid all Christian things might come to this concert and actually hear someone talk about God. I personally agree with him. As long as Reliant K doesn't get badly influenced by secular bands, I'm all for this idea. I'm not saying I would go to this concert (I hardly know anything about Good Charlotte, I've only heard a few of their songs), I just think it's another way to shine for God. You kind of have to be among men for your light to shine among them.
Kat was all against this. She had a bunch of reasons, some of which were good, but I still disagree with her. Then on the way home from Mothers Of Preschoolers--Kat and I were babysitting-- we heard a song by Switchfoot. Kat's mom went off on a lecture about how bands like Switchfoot and Reliant K are holding people back spiritually and stuff like that. I'd like to note that Shawn knows that Reliant K is one of my favorite bands. It really bugs me when people slam other people's favorite bands. You don't see me talking about how awful Michael W. Smith is, even though I don't really like his music.
Kat's mom continued for the ENTIRE RIDE on this lecture. She actually didn't have much of a problem with Switchfoot, it turns out. She just thinks Reliant K is awful. The first thing Shawn said was something like, "Reliant K only talk about 'Oh, it's raining outside and I'm depressed and it's still raining and now I'm bipolar.' They act like babies, and I don't think you girls should listen to that band any more. They're spiritual baby food, and you need to be eating steak." Um, the actual lyrics to the song are as follows:
We were talking together/I said what's up with this weather/Don't know whether or not/How sad I just got/Was it of my own volition/Or was I just missin' the sun?.../On and off/The clouds have fought/For control over the sky/And lately the weather has been so bipolar and/Consequently so have I/But now I'm sunny with a high of 75/Since you took my heavy heartAnd made it light/And it's funny how you find/You enjoy your life/When you're happy to be alive.
Okay, so yeah, there is one line about being bipolar. But there's also a section about how God can make you happier even though the weather is bad. Or whatever. I think they aren't just talking about the weather. I think they're also talking about all the junk that can fill your life up and make you feel crappy until you go back and seek God; or the sun. The second verse talks about waiting outside until you see the sun, which is pretty positive (especially if my theory is correct). The song isn't filled with spiritual wonders or anything, but you can understand it (don't even try to tell me that when it's all grey and cloudy out you feel happier than when it's sunny).
She also mentioned that their songs are all about the stereotypical teen. Angry and angsty. Wrong. Some of the songs are about having bad days, and some are about making mistakes, but you can relate. I can, anyway. You can be a teen and have a bad day, you know. It doesn't mean you have a bad attitude.
Then she said something about how when you accept Jesus into your heart you kill the flesh. Funnily enough, there's a Reliant K song about that. Of course she didn't mention that song.
The topic changed to Kat's "band." She wants to start a band and she's even written music, but she expects to be the biggest thing since computers next week. I don't. I don't even know how to play bass yet! Shawn was talking all about how we would be better and sing good music like steak or whatever.
I think one of my major faults is that as soon as someone starts talking about how I'm going to do this, or I'm going to do that without even talking to me, I get more and more set on not doing whatever they're talking about. Especially when it's a lecture and I can't even disagree. I had to sit through a half-hour car ride listening to a bunch of stuff I violently didn't believe, but couldn't say anything. At least when I'm talking to my parents I can tell them if I think they're wrong (as long as I have a reason and state it politely).
Grr. I hate not being able to tell people what I think. It bugs me even more because I think the main reason why she doesn't like them is because she met them when she was younger, and didn't like them (or something).

Tag!

I was tagged by Danika!
Here's how it works. I chose five of the questions to answer below, then the people I tagged (I'll list them at the end) answer their own five questions, then tag their own five people.

Questions:

If I could be a scientist...
If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician...
If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter...
If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary...
If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect...
If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist...
If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete...
If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an inn-keeper...
If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer...
If I could be a llama-rider...
If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be an astronaut...
If I could be a world famous blogger...
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...
If I could be married to any current famous political figure...

My answers:

If I could be a musician I would probably sing punk music. Either that or Adult Alt. Considering that's the music I listen to. I'd have a Christian spin, of course, but I'm not sure I'd want to be labeled CCM. So many people that really need to hear about God never even look at Christian bands because they're too preachy (in their opinion). I would write my own lyrics, but I don't know about music because I've never written music before. I don't even know where to start! I guess it's kind of cliche to be a teen and want to be a musician, but I don't actually want to be a really big superstar. I just love music and singing. Oh, I would play bass. That's my FAVORITE. Piano is actually pretty cool, too. I thought it would be really hard and boring, kind of. Boy, was I wrong.

If I could be a writer I would be in paradise. Unlike if I were a musician, I would want to be the next J.K. Rowling. Okay, maybe not that famous. It would be cool, because authors don't get the whole being and tabloids/having stalkers kind of thing. I would write fantasy if I keep going the way I am now. I think I'd want to be kind of like C.S. Lewis. Write stuff that appeals to everyone but has a deeper meaning.

If I could be an inn-keeper like in fantasy stories I would be wicked sweet. I'd have a ton of spies and thieves and stuff like that because I'd actually be Queen of the criminal world. In a good way, like Robin Hood or George from Tamora Pierce's books. Everyone would like me, and my inn would be a major hangout. I'd probably have about a million guys in love with me, but that would be fine because I'd just ignore the fact that they couldn't live without me. Yup. There'd be a lot of broken hearts in Fantasyland if I ever became an inn-keeper.

If I could be a librarian I'd also be a famous writer, so I'd be able to see if people liked my books or not. I'd also be able to help people find good books to read. That would be the sweetest thing of all. *cue fiddler on the roof music*

If I could be a psychologist I would always be analyzing people even if I was just talking to them. I wouldn't tell them, though. I'd just always be looking at them wisely and asking probing questions. Then they'd get all freaked out when I looked worried. I'd love to fake people out like that. Then, if they didn't have a problem already, they would by the time I was done with them.

Three people:

Tal
Mom
Blue

If you don't want to (or don't have time to) do this, just comment, and I'll tag someone else.

My face hurts...

Don't even say it.
The reason why my face hurts is ZITS! Breaking out all over the place. Don't even try to tell me that if I washed my face they'd go away. Not happening. I wash my face every night. They're still there.
On a happier note, I had Creative Writing classes today. Talk about fun! They were fairly swimming with briligness. Something about those slivey toves. Anyway, I shared my "scenes" with the class, and I also gave Deb a chapter of my own design to look over. Unfortunately I didn't have time to fix most of the things Mom told me, so Deb'll prolly think it's awful. Oh well. She knows about my writing anyway. The other people in CW are really nice, too. They both can't stand Beverly Lewis (an author). She writes about the Amish, but according to Rene (who is Mennonite) and Rose (who is Amish) the books couldn't be more ignorantly written if they tried.
I also had piano today. I told the teacher that I decided to practice When She Loved Me from Toy Story 2 instead of Laudi since Laudi is mostly chords and I'm not actually reading the music anyway. I played the first part for her (left hand and melody, I didn't play the right hand part) and she was very pleased. After I was done she told me I was very surprising and that I was doing really well. I should hope so. I've been practicing the song every chance I get for the entire week! That's actually a lot.
I'd better be heading off, though. I still have to draw (Oh bane of my existence. My art looks like... Nothing.) and Mom wants me to feed the chicks. The chicks smell. In case you were wondering.