Pretty Much Everything Is Awesome

Wisconsin is awesome. Canada is awesome. Life is awesome. Most imp
ortantly, I'M awesome (as if you needed told).

Let me force you to look at some pictures of why I love Wisconsin. I even love it more than Canada, although I wasn't in Canada for long, so I can't really judge.

Firstly, there are the cheese houses. I love cheese, and Wisconsin undoubtedly has the best cheeses in the U.S. I went to one other cheese house, but I couldn't find the picture.

We also went to the local museum that my uncle, in whose house my parents and I were staying, volunteers. I thought it would be something like my town's museum, which is nice and interesting and your average local museum... And I was so wrong. There were dozens of buildings, all well-put together, well-displayed, and had incredible pieces with in-depth descriptions. It was amazing! I took pictures of everything, especially the old clothes. Maybe I'll make a post of some more of it sometime? But anyways it was awesome!

This is one of a whole bunch of cheesy sunset pictures I took. They're all vaguely pretty and cheesy, and not really that good. But I took them off the roof of my uncle's house, and being up there was one of the most relaxing parts of vacationing in Wisconsin. I always end up on the roofs of buildings, which is so weird since I'm terribly afraid of heights.

Also, Canada was intense and exciting in its own ways! I loved seeing the little maple leaf on the McDonald's arches, and hearing people say "eh". The real purpose of going up to Canada, though, was to collect amethysts. I collected the crap out of those minerals! Haha but no seriously I really did. At the first mine we went to, it started raining. I collected amethysts in the pouring Canadian rain. Don't even try to tell me that your life is as epic as mine.

Anywho, this vacation was actually a long time ago, I was just too lazy to update. Other things have happened since then! Exciting things! I finished sewing the dress I designed, and it looks amazing. I haven't worn it yet but I have a place to wear it to, and I'm happy. Also I suddenly became the owner of a boyfriend? Weird how that happens. It's something that never would have occurred if it hadn't been summer. He said he wanted to date me, and I decided I'd let him. However, I do actually like him, it wasn't TOTALLY random.

Just some closing thoughts... I'm not ready for school to start. At all. I adore summer. Also, this year I'm hoping to get good grades. I also wanna practice french horn and piano more, and get better at sleeping.

They Make Designer Eyepatches

Ok, so I actually have more to write, and poetry if you care to read it. I've been looking at eyepatches because the surgery my brother had was on his eye and he will be needing to wear one. So I was texting one of my friends just recently about this girl who was texting her boyfriend and flirting with him. I told her that wasn't cool, and her reply? "I mean I stole him from her a year and a half ago. Fair and square like. :)" I love my friends. Anywho, poetry.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I have a crush,
but not on you.

And the next one...

I'm in love, and I won't tell who.
I'm in love, but it's sure not with you!

Like I said, I'm not good with romantic poetry. This next one is kind of serious, though.

He says he's got his own cigarettes
excited as Barbie with a new corvette
All I wanna say
is you're smoking your life away
I want to look in his gorgeous eyes
Already touched with pain, hurt, and lies
And ask why you're smoking your life away?
I could just stop and stare
But I don't wanna look through smokey air
He says he's got his own weed
His mouth smiles but I see his eyes plead
All I wanna say
is you're smoking your life away
Does it help you cope, help your brain fry?
Or does it just make it easier to lay down and die?
I have to ask, why are you smoking your life away?
Your eyes are glossed with a dopey sheen
As you look back through your smokescreen.

It sort of ends abruptly, so maybe it's not done. Anywho, smoking doesn't really bother me, I was just worried when I wrote it. I tend to worry frequently.
Among these designer eyepatches are not only rainbow patches, but also dinosaur patches. I think I may need to get some.

I Talked To a Hippy and It Made My Day

You know, there is a reason why people say that love is a drug. Your brain releases different chemicals when you see that certain person, and those chemicals make you feel good, and this is what love is. I mean, that's what love is from a very non-romantic, un-idealist, and basic chemical level. But your body likes these endorphins and hormones and chemicals, because it feels nice. So when you aren't with that person anymore, you don't get anymore chemicals, and it doesn't feel nearly as nice. In fact, it feels pretty bad. After feeling all happy with your endorphins and such, without them you feel crappy. So love is literally just like any other addictive drug, and just as destructive. After all, have you ever read "Romeo and Juliet" or basically any other tragedy? (So you know, Romeo and Juliet both are miserable through almost the whole play and then kill themselves. Just a thought.)
Somebody once said "Don't have regrets because at some point what you did was exactly what you wanted to do," or something like that.
Have you noticed that a group of people will always walk in front of you slowly when you're irritated or in a hurry? I tend to be a slow walker, I won't deny that. But in general I try to make sure I don't take up the whole freaking hallway/staircase/building. Normally, a small group of slow-walkers doesn't even bother me that much, especially not if there is some room to get around them. But I swear, I was in a hurry and she said something that made me want to snap and holy crap I almost took her out right there. Like I said, though, I was in a hurry. And I may have been overreacting a smidge.
I participated in an art show last weekend. One of my photographs got a "Judge's Merit Award" or something. Also, my mother entered a photo I took, for some reason. It ended up getting like first place or something. They have the best food at that art show thing.
I have a piece of advice (coming from yours truly, since I'm probably the reason this needs to be said). Never trust your boyfriend with a girl he met at band camp.