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Here, finally, is another picture that I had taken for myself. The weather has been spectacular as of late (with some exceptions), and I could finally take a picture of the sky a couple of days ago - a picture of the sky that I had described as looking like it's on fire.
Our neighborhood is surrounded with trees, and I can hear birds chirping every morning. Except, the thing is, today I didn't wake up to the cheerful melody of the birds, and the sun doesn't shine through my blinds. Instead, I had a rude awakening as I heard the cacophonous sounds of crows and ravens cawing outside my window, and when I peered outside the window, the sky was streaked with heavy, gray clouds. And of course, today I have to work. From 7:00 PM to at least 12:00 AM. Working for at least five hours, listening to the high-pitched shrieking of little kids. The peals of laughter from the crowd at the Fair, while I'm behind the counter, mechanically churning out drinks, popcorns, Sno-Cones, and cotton candy one after another. It's times like this that I wish that school would start.
Sleep is my best friend. All I've been doing is going to work, eating, sleeping, and repeat. The only time when I'm not surrounded with loud noises is when I'm at home, in my bed, cuddling up with a new book. Sigh. That makes me sound like an old hag with a million cats. Of course, that is going to be my future, considering how much of a loner I've been acting like during the summer. With the exception of the eight birthday parties I've gone to. Honestly, why are there so many birthdays during August?
I have been listening to Britney Spears. All day. For over five hours.
It's not because I want to - trust me on this, I honestly do not want to. But for the reasons against me, I have to study. Well, not necessarily studying, but "gather information." And of course of all the lyrics that has to be stuck in my head, it's the "My loneliness is killing me... And I... Must confess, I still believe (STILL BELIEVE)!" And I'm pretty sure that I got the lyrics wrong, but that holds nothing against me.
Anyways. During the weekend, I went to Pitt Meadows to this amazing lake, and took some pretty legit pictures, if I do say so myself. Considering how I took these on my cellphone camera, with the lack of sleep and food, I am pretty proud of myself. Look at that. 
By far the best picture I've ever taken. For one thing, there are no...
- Fingers blocking the corners of the photo.
- People walking past at the last second before the shutter closed.
- Out of focus objects off into the distance.
As I said before. I am proud. I'm more of the "hit the shutter button and hope for the best" kind of picture-taker. But the picture does not do justice to the beautiful scenery we saw. The sky was the kind of pure, sky blue that you can only see near the country-side, and the grass was far more greener than what it appears to be.
But to be a hundred percent honest, this is the only picture that made the cut. Out of the twenty-something pictures I took, this was the only one without any faults. That's slightly disappointing, because that means that only 4% of the pictures I take are actually decent. Oh, to be a skilled camerawoman. That would be the day.
Seeing how I'm deprived of sleep by my own wandering imagination, my spelling is littered with errors. Thank God for spell check. And now, I'm off to bed - and pray for some sleep to hit me before I'm up again early in the morning. Good night!
Summer school is over. HURRAH! Three hours of math everyday is enough to ruin Einstein - the only thing that was keeping me from turning into a puddle of whining mess was the fact that my friends and I continuously threw paper balls at eachother. Basically, a war between the French Fries and the English Muffins. My friends from the French immersion side sat at the back, while we English Muffins sat at the front. (Completely coincidental - we weren't sitting at the front to swoon over our summer school teacher. Of course not.)
I'd like to believe that we won the war, but that might be a tad biased. All I can say is that I feel sorry for the janitor - when he sees the floor, covered with balls of white, I honestly can imagine him swearing at us, the immature adolescents.
The only thing I've been doing that is close to being productive this last few days (sounds like a run-on sentence) is searching through the web for a good laugh. And buying books. And watching movies. But that isn't productive in the least, is it? Especially the latter. And former.
Hahaha, that is one picture that will never fail to make me laugh.
I've been yearning to go to France and Italy. To look at the Louvre, and search for the hidden meanings within Da Vinci's pictures. To go to Italy, and scope out all the amazing architectural buildings. Look above and to see Michelangelo's infamous painting above me. Wouldn't that be something?
Here, finally, is another picture that I had taken for myself. The weather has been spectacular as of late (with some exceptions), and I could finally take a picture of the sky a couple of days ago - a picture of the sky that I had described as looking like it's on fire.
