I have a lot of resolutions. Let’s just post a FEW…
1. Be more, I dunno, independent. At school.
2. Get better at multiples, factors, prime and composite, dividing and multipying decimals…
3. Use my money.
My top three. Yay?
I was checking my email and I saw a discussion on money. The question was: what would happen if there was no money? They predict that it might cause the end of the world. They think guns would be stolen. But if there never was any money it would be nice. You can’t just stop having money all of a sudden. The governement isn’t going to say, oh, okay, we’ll never use any money again.
Money is basic technology. If we don’t have money, we can’t possibly have guns. So. That’s about it.
Next topic (for later): 2030!!
Happy New Year, by the way!!
I’ve been reading, and most art comes out of the creators pain. The manga that I was reading is about ballet, and the ballerina in it only dances really well when she loses her grip on reality. And she loses it when she is really anxious, sad (which is most of the time), or when she completely understands something. Like a secret, or the way of interpreting a role in classical ballet. And in one volume, it says that a sculptor made this super famous statue, then dies about two days after finishing it.
Normal inspiration, like looking at a flower and thinking, hey, this is nice, and drawing or writing about it, is temporary. By that, I mean, someone looks at your finished artwork you made when you were happy and content. They think, oh, just another picture of a flower, bright and cheery, la la la. They move on to a different piece, one you made when you were really anxious and frightened, and actually feel the pain you went through while creating it. And when you make it, you don’t go, aw man, I feel terrible, I need to draw this rock, blah blah blah. You feel an actual desire to use your skill. And you lose control. So the piece you create will never be forgotten, unlike the flower, which is so light it floats away. The rock you created is so heavy, and dark, so influential, it stays in the back of your audience’s mind. They can’t stop thinking about it.
And why? Why do -wait, let me rephrase that- how can you do that? How can you create such deep feelings?? You can’t just decide to paint a jug with a angry feeling. You have to experience it. That;s a true artist.
Now, don’t go and make your own life miserable, just to make beautiful art. Or literature. It has to be genuine.
So indulge in your feelings and your skills at the same time; something good will come out of it.
War. September Eleventh. Love. Christmas Dinners. Disaster. Japanese Earthquakes. Peace. Grandma’s Fish. 2012. Nuclear End. Family. Birthday Party. Disease. Bubonic Plague. Hope. Queen Elizabeth. Distaste. Royal Family Scuffles. Smile. Matrimonial Celebration. Greed. Adolf Hitler. Healing. Peace Keepers. God. The Split.
Whatcha think??
People talk about their own mortality a lot, and how they wish to be consecrated. Or something like that 
. Where would you like-or rather, how would you like-to be consecrated? Many people are buried, some are frozen, and the ever-traditional ashes in the sea. Or you could turn into a man-made diamond (like, really man made. Get it?), and your descendant could wear it. All the time. What would you choose. The only one which seems, I don’t know, consoling, to me, is Diamonds in the Sea.
You can visit them when you are overcome with grief, and talk to the sea. How. . . . calming.
I put 01 in case I use the title again, because it’s a good title.
ANYWAY I was thinking about forming opinions BECAUSE people like to make opinions and stuff like that. An EXAMPLE would be World War II. Think about the war. THINK!! Now what do you feel? Here’s what I feel, then: sad, mad, DEPRESSED, happy, olde, and blathed. Blathed means halfway between depressed and happy. Or something like that. I made it up 
. And depending on how you feel (or what the average ‘side’ your feeling are on[bad feelings, happy feelings] ), you make your opinion. AND I CAN’T. BEACAUse there is too many feelings and it’s ALL EQUAL. Look at the title.
I HAVE DECIDED: Since I simply CANNOT make a opinion, I will now just watch the world go by, and learn from it. SO SIMPLY SIMPLE. And if I CAN make a opinion, I will, uh, write it, um, HERE! YES, that was simply a DELIGHTFUL story.
THE END
P.S. I like caps. ESPECIALLY toDAY!!
Olde School Projects
By reporter Grace Yin
So! At a school, Div. 3 will do a project alone or with a partner. The Social Studies projects will be based upon olde posters, and, oh yes, scrolls, about the culture of Rome and, say, Atlantis. The content of these ‘poster projects’ are written by the students themselves, and their skill level will be represented by the paragraphs(there are eight of them) they will write. Some of the countries they have chosen for a country opposing Canada for the culture ‘showdown’ are shown here: Germany, Korea, Vietnam, and strangely, The Vatican City. One who hears about the Vatican City for a cultural project might think at first, wow, religion is culture so it must be very easy! Well, actually, it isn’t easy. As the paper guidelines say, you have to choose four cultural subjects(religion, food, theatre/arts, values, customs, festivals/holidays, and such as) to write and fuss over. The ones easiest are religion, customs, values, and festival/holidays. In truth, they all fit in religion. That is what one student believes is the theme for her project. Religion||
The Random YO!! Daily
It’s been a while since I came back from camp. We went to Timberline Ranch, which was okay. I didn’t have the most fun. We did ride horses, though. My horse was called Raine. I also did archery. And yes I did get the target. We got cabins, and our cabin was called spiders web. The other girls cabin was lions den. The boys got the girly animals such as rabbits and ponies.
The part I absolutely hated about camp was when my head felt like it was packed with cotton, and I couldn’t function properly, even when I just woke up. When I got home, I was all better. So my experience wasn’t the best.
Three
No dreams of him yet. Man, I’ll never see him again. Darron, the brother who thinks I am fragile, and his friend, Terrian, were spying on me. He’s a guy with yellow hair, except his hair is always dirty, so I can’t tell. He was staring at me, so I figured he thought I looked cool, standing on the bench in the middle of no where. Actually, I’m not even really that pretty. I have this really thick black hair up to my shoulders, and my parents won’t let me get highlights, even though all my friends have them. And the rest of me is regular. And Darron doesn’t look Chinese, as Ray and I do; he has nutty hair, and his eyes aren’t black brown. Maybe amber. Hey, I hope he’s adopted. Then his looks will make sense. Well, goodnight.
So today was the first day(one hour) and, needless to say, I was lost. I’m currently in a grade 6,7 class, and there is only 4 grade sixes so far, and some people look very familiar. Also, there is a Gym teacher. And one of our teachers is married to a teacher from our old school. Yep. That’s all I know. I write more when I know more. By the way, my story about Cupid is going well. Most posts following are second drafts. So, yeah. Will write more!!