Oh what a day, I feel like I accomplished a lot. First off was 2 hours of photography. Started off by reading articles about this woman named diana thorneycroft, a postmodern artist if you will.Her art is weird to say the least, a bunch of dead rabbits hanging on trees blair witch style. What frustrates me about the art of today is the ambiguity that surrrounds it. I personally do not believe that hanging rabbits (dead rabbits) from trees can be considered artwork. Does art not require any skill anymore? What happened to the prodigies and masters of art creating something with their own hands. We've regressed into a meatbag society of grunts and wolf noises. Can we really call throwing a ball on a wall then catching it a distinct sport?

Enough with photography logistics, what caught my attention the most from today was how excited I am for prom. Hold your tomatoes and rotten eggs, I never actually would've thought I would have fallen into the allure of what prom is about. It's finally hitting home that after these two months, I won't be going to school. It was time for me to go out with some sort of she=bang. The suits and prom talk have been getting me fired up to the point of vomitting. I'm going with a great group of friends at that. DO I really want to open up to them right when I was about to let my bonds float away into the winds? Who knows.

Timmy Blank. Oh man, I think he deserves at least, if not more so, a paragraph in this. He's just been so sweet. He really puts things into perspective for me and reminds me what God's love is all about. I was thinking about a talk we had last night, I got to understand where he came from, where he stood with God and it made me feel not so...alone. He tried to understand the best that he can where I'm coming from. And secretly, I feel like I have some sort of justification for hating highschool as much as I do, and as much as he did.

"God do you still love me even though I've turned my back to you?"
"And it still rains manna..."