The way to pump up a low day.

GO RED.

Of October

I should have done this post sooner, seeing as, as of October 1st, it's Down Syndrome Awareness Month. This picture is also so darn'd cute and has pumpkins in it celebrating the fact that it's basically Halloween. Every time I see a down syndrome person (is that correct?), my heart melts just a little bit.

This makes me super excited to start learning about art therapy, because I think working with kids like her, and mental retardation, and other mental illness', I really feel I can make a difference. I need to make a difference in my life, I just wasn't blessed with tough skins to put me in the seriously depressing jobs.

If I could do anything with my life, I want to save someone.
I want to be that person someone looks at and just knows things will be okay.
I want to have the knowledge and ability to fully help someone.
But, I want to be happy at the end of the day as well.
So, here's to hoping that art therapy won't grind me down.

Art education is my only backup.

On another October note...

Dracula opens in one week, six days.



Grr. Face of thy brother on the poster.
Blood, blood, blood.

Hopefully, tomorrows lack there of, of jobs is fixed. I really haven't a clue as to what we're doing tomorrow. Which is awesome. Because, Mike won't be there.
I'm already tired, and not really looking forward to the show. Though, I can't wait to sit and get cues. That's next week. And I cannot wait.

Dracula's been an interesting show. And it's nice not to be in on the center ring of the drama. Luckily, I've already had my experience being there and I want nothing more than to stay faaaaaaarrrrr away from it.

I don't know how I feel about the first show ending here in the next couple weeks. A third of the way done with my senior year. That hasn't totally hit me yet, and I'm secretly hoping that it never hits me. I don't want it to hit me until seemingly appropriate.

Alright. I should actually do some homework. You know, lengthen a poem that got some serious approval from Ms. Riddle. Touch up some of my work on the drawing that is my abstract representation of my life. No big deal.

It's a Rainy Day in Spoland.

Spoland has been rainy.
And I've found that I've absolutely loved it.
Maybe not all the brr cold inside the school, but the rain shows that it's a change in seasons, and all the beauty of summer, I have to let go.
It was never meant for me.

I'm excited for autumn.
The show.
The pictures to come.
Its amazing, senior year.
You learn a lot about yourself.
And, as of yesterday, I've been in school for a month.
It seems strange.
It's thrilling to feel like I have a slight hold on this life thing.

And until I have complete hold, I can always go dance in the rain.