This Is For Me.

There are somethings that needed to be said. Since I don't voice my feelings to anyone at all I might as well get them out here.

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Title: skate or die Artist: happicake

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zebras sound nothing like horses

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Title:  Traffic Cube Artist: Marisa Gertz

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Sarah: I just hate how everyone judges me so harshly when they don't even know me, and now that im smoking people i though were close to me are saying things too.

Me: Well I think you need to give them some time but if you keep smoking promise me one thing.

Sarah: What?

Me: Never buy pot from Cody, because he is a douche and I don't feel like he deserves to have money.

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Realization

I've come to think that I'm probably always giving people the wrong impression of me.

Teachers, and people I don't know always think I'm quite, shy, and reserved.

People I don't like think I'm a merciless bitch with no soul (which is just fine if they leave me alone but this brings us to the next part)

People who know about me through another person haven't heard the greatest of things about me and are probably super confused.

Then the people who meet me when I'm out with friends think I'm a ditz.

Now I would like to clarify something i am not a shy reserved person who has a bad reputation who is also a ditz.

Though I will concede to the bitch part because we have all been-there-done-that.

Mainly I'm just your average fun loving lazy pessimistic sarcastic teenage girl, but I don't come off like that. 

When I moved to the Caribbean my friends left me this great big book with letters from a few of them. And while I've been out here trying to find my way with a new group of people I thought to my self

"This is so annoying, I really hate trying to make friends with people. Why do people even like me? I'm kind of (see list above of what people THINK)"

But then I read these letters again and I realized something, they all say something along the lines of:

"When ever I'm sad or depressed you always say something hilarious and sarcastic about what ever is bothering me, and every thing seems so much better."

So there we have it. My realization, for why I have the greatest friends a person could ask for in Colorado.

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Think

It's something I think about everyday.

The world, all the time, is spinning unbeknownst to us. And everywhere there are people walking, talking, thinking, creating, all of the time. The world never truly stops.

I get so wrapped up in my own here, and now, and me, me, me, me! That I forget the, what, 6billionother people out there. Who all have dreams, ambitions, and struggles, just like me.

And suddenly I want to go, I don't know where to, just go and run and see everything there is to see, because it's all wonderful. This never endingness of life and the world.

But I'm just me a small girl, from a small town in Colorado, who has been displaced on an island in the Caribbean. Who am I to the world. I'm an extremely insignificant person. But every one at one point or another is extremely significant to someone else. 

That's what I love to think about the most. Love. Someone out thereright nowis falling in love, seeing his or her's lover's eyes for the very first time. Someone is getting married right now to the person they have loved for, what seems like to them, forever.

Maybe there is a forever, maybe there isn't. But I'm going to find that someone who I'll fall in to it with.

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 La materia luminosa dell’arte, curated by David Rosenberg and Bartolomeo Pietromarchi and staged at the MACRO until 4/11, is beautiful. And not to be missed. A walk through the Enel hall (the Italian electric utility is the exhibition’s logical sponsor), enveloped in the colored gleams of the works on display, makes it clear that beauty is not a concept irrelevant to contemporary art. The primary use of this industrial material is in communication, a function that is taken up by the artists in order to transform neon into pure, incandescent poetic material.

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Yayoi Kusama 

The greatest living Japanese artist is not lacking recognition (in the form of exhibitions at the right museums and record auction prices), but her name is certainly not as well known as that of a Hirst or a Koons.To get ready for her well-deserved breakthrough into the mainstream, a visit to the moving (and comprehensive) exhibition at the Tate Modern, on until June 5, is de rigueur. As is her autobiography, where, once again, Kusama leaves us breathless: “My destiny is to make art […] which gives meaning to death, tracing the beauty of colors and space in the silence of death’s footsteps and the ‘nothingness’ it promises.”

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Woodcum (http://www.flickr.com/photos/woodcum)

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So it begins.