So, I'm feeling a little, wordy? And I should probably just go at it, and give updates? Or at least be deep and philosophical or something. I don't know.
This mural shit. I don't even want to talk about it. But its been a big thing that's gone on the last few days, so I guess it needs to be spoken of.
Back near the end of the school year, there was a mural competition. Winners got scholarships, and got to have their mural sketch painted at the school. Cool, right? I enter. I don't win. Whatever.
Teacher asked me to paint a small mural that another student had designed above the concession stands. The other student was going away on vacation, and would be unable to paint it. It was just two stars, some loopy-doops and a quote. Easy. Sure. Why not.
I came in a day after senior classes were already done. Got there about nine in the morning, figured stuff out, hauled stuff to the gym with Carmen, blasted music, and painted for a while. She had to leave, I painted on my own, blasting more music. Jake picked me up for a lunch break, and then he hung out a bit more with me, keeping me entertained as I finished the painting. About maybe five hours, minus the lunch break, that thing was done.
As we were leaving, she asked for another favour. She felt that the WINNER of the $400 scholarship sketch was... "incapable" of painting the mural, and the sketch needed to be more cleaned up and less cluttered.
Guess who she asked to re-sketch.
Guess who she asked to paint.
Guess who's not getting a penny for this bullshit.
So yeah, I'm doing more work than I need to, but I feel its not right to back down when it was something I said I'd do over a month ago. I re-sketched and re-designed, and it looks alright. I need to colour it a bit, and then email it to the teacher so she can send it to the Booster Club to see if they approve of the re-done sketch. If they don't approve, I will explode. I'm not even kidding. I'm not re-doing this shit. I worked on crap for about four days, had several anxiety attacks, and got very depressed because of this pressure and frustration. I'm not going through that again. Period.
Anyways.
I saw Harry Potter "7.2". Seen it twice now. Cried both times. Got frustrated with little things, like Harry's eyes still being blue, and young Lily's eyes being fucking brown. I mean, seriously, guys? You couldn't fix it right in the last movie? The one where its REALLY IMPORTANT?
Either way, I've decided to re-read the whole series. Completely. All the way through. No skimming over the boring parts. Legitimately reading. I've read 15 chapters of the Sorcerer's Stone, since last night, and will probably finish it up today. It's probably been read so quickly because the cable went out last evening, and just came back a few hours ago.
Its so much easier to read a series. A series you care about, than to just pick up a random book and get through it. It's more of a struggle to get a one-off story, read it, get sucked in, and finish it, in a timely fashion. There are too many distractions, not enough push to want to keep reading. But with something like the Harry Potter series, something from my childhood... you want to keep going. You know there's more. There's so much more. You go back and read these books, and you notice so many tiny little things that you never noticed before. You piece together the secret puzzle that was never the main focus. It's amazing.
A good segue would be now the idea for my first tattoo. It probably isn't creative, as I'm sure so many people have done it already, especially now that the last film has been released. As I read last night, I glanced up at a chapter title. Those stars, those little stars that hang in the corner of each chapter title... they are so tiny, but have so much meaning to someone who's life has seriously been affected by the series. I used to be a die hard fan, no doubt about that. But it wore off as I got older and experienced new things. But then it came back and hit me when the series "for real" ended with the release of the new film. It's ending. My childhood, is ending.
I want those little chapter stars on my body. Forever.
It's something so tiny, and so silly, but not so silly that I'll regret it in the future. It's something that will always mean alot to me. And one day, when I'm a mother, maybe my children will point to that imprint on my skin and say "what are these stars for, mommy?", and I'll smile. And then, I'll pull out my dingy old copy of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone". The copy I've had since Christmas, years ago. The one signed in the front cover "Merry Christmas, Mary. We love you! Always and forever, Mom and Dad xo". We'll start reading, just like my mom and I did. A few chapters each night, read aloud, until that's not enough, and they come to me and snatch the book away to read even more themselves, just like I did.
Harry Potter opened up my imagination. As I read each book, as each book came out, I grew with the books, and the movies. As the final movie finishes, Harry has "finished" school, and is out to the world to be great, and have his own family. I have finished high school, and I move to the next level.
I'm not ready to leave childhood behind.
I've decided yes, I want them, I'll research tattoo parlors, and look at price ranges for the teeny tiny size I want, but I'm not yet sure where I want them. Somewhere that can be seen, but not noticed right away. I'm thinking my wrist, just kind of in the corner. Maybe two, in both corners of my wrist by my palms, as if they were bordering a chapter title. I think that's where it would be.
Well, I used most of my concentration and writing skills on that blurb about Harry Potter.
In other news.
I'm going to get a fish when I go to college.
That's really about it.
Bye. :D
