Thursday, March 06, 2014

Day 64


Nothing like a good lesson on photosynthesis to cheer you up. 

My job was to cut out the sun from yellow construction paper. 

Everyone else in my group, meaning two other people, got all nostalgic because of how everyone used to draw the sun with a smiley face and sunglasses, and always in the top corner of the page. 

Cheers,
SWH

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Day 62


A lost, frozen sole found on the ground today. 

Not much of a story behind this one. I spotted it while walking towards the car. 

Cheers,
SWH

Monday, March 03, 2014

Day 61


Studying for a make-up history quiz today. 

"Damn it, how he nicks 'em" 

"Oh! This cursed ograbme!" 

This is during the time of the Embargo Act. The turtle represents the US government, and the people are trying to trade with England but can't, because of said Embargo act. Ograbme is embargo backwards. 

Pretty exciting stuff, I'm tellin' you. 

Cheers,
SWH


Sunday, March 02, 2014

Day 60


If you know who C.P.E. Bach is, bonus points for you.

If you don't, know that he is a composer, and son of the more well-known J.S. Bach.

My old church was doing a musical celebration for C.P.E. Bach's 300th birthday. 

I got an email awhile Bach from the music director at my old church, asking if I wanted to be apart of the instrument ensemble today. I emailed her Bach, she sent me the music, and we all got together today to perform it at church.

There were two flutes, one cello, two violins, and the regular church choir. We all sat Bach behind the alter. Music was gorgeous. 

I have a hard time not appreciating music, regardless of the genre, especially when it's live. 

I'm going to be straight up honest here, I'm not religious. Sometimes I truly wish I was, though, because religions seem to make people so happy and full of hope. It gives them something to come Bach to at the end of the day.

Bach when I was eight, I started going to Camp Calumet Lutheran camp for a couple weeks each summer. I was so convinced that I was going to become a counselor in training, and spend as much time at Calumet as I possibly could. This past summer was my last summer there. I could never bring myself to teach anybody anything that I don't truly believe in.

There isn't much I can do about that. So I didn't really know what to say when people who recognized me, and said, "Hey, you're Bach! Welcome Bach! So nice to see you!" I didn't know if they though I was going to be coming to church regularly again or not. 

I just went with it and smiled and shook peoples' hands, ate some cake, tried to look and act my age, all that. 

It's nice to feel sophisticated and appreciated every now and then. 

Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Day 59


It's not much for today, but I found out that there's a chance of me taking CP Physics next year, as opposed to CP Chem like the rest of my classmates. 

Science at my school usually goes from Earth Science to Biology to Chemistry to Physics. 

Most people start with Earth Science their freshman year, and progress down the line like any other rat in the maze. Then there's the handful of smarty pants kids in each grade who did really well in 8th grade science, and therefor start Honors Biology freshman year. 

I've done my research. I don't see why I can't take CP Physics next year and just not take Chemistry. Considering that I'm planning on going into animation, special effects, 3D graphics and such, I think it makes sense for me to take Physics as my lab science, and use the extra time in senior year to work towards my art profile with art electives. 

Anyway, it's just nice to know that I've found a pathway out of the maze, and I can do my own thing. I just need to run this by one more person, and then I'm good to go. 

I was telling my grandma all about this, and how excited I was when I found out, and she said, "Way to go, Sonja! Make an executive decision!" 

Cheers, 
SWH





Friday, February 28, 2014

Day 58


Felt like a badass today during kickboxing. Hell, I even rocked my winged Captain America socks before and after the class. If kickboxing in socks was acceptable, I would've worn them then, too. But it's not. 

Big brother Sam gave these socks to me for Christmas this year. 

I was introduced to Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, and The Avengers over this past summer, and I'm still enthusiastic about all of them.

As far as The Avengers go, I'm very much on Loki's side. For the record. 

Cheers,
SWH


Thursday, February 27, 2014

Day 57


Wicked awesome salmon soup for dinner. 

I'm a believer that soup can make horrible circumstances somewhat less horrible. 

Cheers,
SWH

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Day 56


The drama group at my school performed their 40-minute play for the public today. This play is referred to as the "festival play," since they'll be competing in the METG high school festival.

The play is entitled "Paper Stars", and was written and directed by two seniors. 

I can't even begin to describe it. Here's the description from the drama website:

This original 40-minute play about a young man who lands in a psychiatric hospital under false pretenses and meets young adults like him who are struggling with much bigger problems such as navigating the medical and legal systems. Through these bleak circumstances, friendships form and inner strength is revealed.

It was powerful, adorable, and hilarious all at once. 

However, several people that evening referred to the psychiatric hospital as mental hospital, the nut house, loony bin, all that.

Let me explain you a thing. 

Unless you are a patient in a psychiatric hospital, don't you dare refer to a psychiatric hospital as anything but that. It can be extremely offensive if you refer to it as otherwise. 

That's all I'll say about that. 

The star was drawn on my hand as a makeshift ticket, since tonight was the only public performance before they go off and compete in the preliminary round this coming weekend. 

Cheers,
SWH

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Day 55


Turns out, if you're kickboxing, breathing is highly recommended. 

I forgot the proper breathing technique today during kickboxing. Whoops. 

About half an hour into the class, everyone lined up against the wall and watched our teacher, Scott, demonstrate a kick. 

Aaand then the pretty color splotches came to invade my vision. Shit. 

I wrote a conversation with myself that raced through my head when I knew that I was going to pass out if I didn't do anything soon.

~~~

You need water. Now. 

But he's explaining something. 

Fuck that. Go to the girl's changing room and drink your water, goddamnit. 

Do you want to look like a wimp? 

No, but-

Do you want to look rude?

No, but-

If you brought your water out on the mat like everyone else, you could probably get away with it. But you didn't. 

But it's so close---

Relax. Scott won't be long. You can get your water afterwards. 

This is really important though. I can't pass out, especially not on the mat. 

Just make a run for it as soon as he sends people off with their partners. 

~~~

At that point, my head ached too much to debate further. I silently prayed that Scott would hurry up so I wouldn't pass out right then and there on the mat. 

By the time he was sending everyone off with their partners, I was leaning against the wall; I could hardly see, I felt incredibly dizzy, my hands were shaking, and my balance had been compromised. 

My partner, Chloe, who was too hyped up to start working on kicks to notice that something was a little off about me, started to approach me. I just told her that I was getting water as I stumbled and forced my body out towards the girl's changing rooms. My hands attacked every surface they could find; walls, chairs, door handles, in an effort to keep myself from collapsing until I made it to my destination. 

Sitting on the floor, I drank what was left of my water and took a moment to catch my breath. I tried slapping myself to get myself back in the headspace of kickboxing. 

After a solid two minutes, I willed myself to go back in and try again. 

Not sure if that was the smartest decision, but we weren't doing burnouts that day. 

Burnouts is something we occasionally do at the end of class; they're intended to wear you out and build stamina and endurance, all that fun stuff. We line up facing the flexible gymnast-mat-type-thing and, without worrying about form, just punch it repetitively for a minute. It's exhausting, but I love them. 

~

Take note if you plan on boxing in the future. 

Cheers,
SWH





Monday, February 24, 2014

Day 54



This is Ally. She's very aware that her bangs are nearly as long as the rest of her hair. 

Ally's learning Japanese, and apparently there are three different alphabets.

I had a free period during Biology today, so I went to go visit my friends down at lunch. 

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Day 53



I uploaded the photo to X-Large today so maybe you can read that comic that took me a few hours to throw together. 

It's for a history project. I had to research the election of 1820 and the Era of Good Feelings. Basically, there was no threatening opposition party against President Monroe's re-election in 1820. The Federalists practically didn't exist after the War of 1812, and the election itself was a breeze. 


I promise I can draw better than this, this is just my goofy cartoonish style. I can't get over how I drew John Quincy Adam's face. He looks like he's going to cry if he can't get his point across to Tompkins. 

My history teacher has a great sense of humor, so hopefully I'll get away with this. 

Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Day 52


This picture actually says it all, if you look carefully enough.

I spent all morning and then some relaxing in the window seat, which gets a crazy amount of sun. 

It was perfect.

I was lying there in the window seat, the sun pouring in. My heavy knit sweater was draped over me as a makeshift blanket. I laid on the plush pillows with my thrift shop tie-dye v-neck on, alternating between reading The Glass Castle and just melting into a nap, bathing in utter bliss. I had to take off my glasses in the chance that my head would collapse back down into a nap again on the pillow. Mum brought carrots and hummus, and sparkling cider. It's not champagne, I promise.

Felt really funny this morning, like everything was surreal. Maybe I got up too early. Or too late. Maybe it's because I practically read myself to sleep the previous night, and I started reading the next minute I woke up. 

Everything was just peaches and cream today. I don't get to say that too often. 

Cheers,
SWH


Friday, February 21, 2014

Day 51


Julian came over today. We made guacamole with lots of cumin in it.

Now mom and I are having a much-needed silent reading time. I'm reading The Glass Castle, and mom is reading one of the books I bought yesterday, Orange is the New Black. 

Good day. 

Cheers,
SWH

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Day 50


Tell me that isn't a cool picture.

My view from my bedroom window, next to my reading nook. Read some of The Glass Castle today. So far, I highly recommend it. 

Cheers,
SWH


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Day 49


(I've never brushed off a car of snow before. Hush.)

My dad was surprised to see how happy I was when I found out that there was a second brush in the trunk, so I could help him brush the snow off. He was doing it nice and neatly and slowly, and I was whipping the brush everywhere, as if it was a contest to see who could get the snow off faster. I accidentally whipped some snow in his face. Sorry dad.

He chuckled when I told him that brushing the car was the best part of the day. 

I've been sitting on my ass all day long, being less productive than usual, which bothers me, despite the fact that I have total control of how productive I am. 

Snow's just awesome, okay? I make snowmen when I'm really upset, and I really like brushing off cars of snow. Snow's been really good to me this year. Never got down my neck or anything wacky like that. 

Cheers,
SWH

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Day 48


Back at the office. Ridiculous snow storm. 

And I finished a research paper... my vacation is so eventful, I don't even know where to start. 

Nah, I'm glad that I got work done. That's why I'm doing this entire photo project, is to help me recover and focus on the positives.

Look at that mighty fine clock tower over there. 


This is the hallway outside my dad's office. It's definitely got character. This building inspired the setting for a new story idea of mine. 

Cheers,
SWH

Monday, February 17, 2014

Day 47


Went to my dad's office for the day, knowing that being in a somewhat professional atmosphere would force me to work on schoolwork instead of work that isn't for school.

This is one of the hallways in the building. It's really odd. Yes, that's my dad. 



I also found a weird orange plastic stubby screw in the brick walls.

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Day 46


Everyone needs to watch at least one terrible shark movie at some point in their lives. 

Got together with a bunch of my guy friends, and Julia, and watched Sharknado, followed by Brother Bear and season one of Spongebob.
I was laughing so hard at Sharknado that I didn't even hear what they were saying half the time. The special effects in that movie are half the reason why I want to major in animation, special effects, and interactive technologies. So things like Sharknado never come out ever again with that bad effects. 

My favorite line, by far, was the guy at the convenience store, who says, "The gods aren't angry at us, aliens aren't coming down, it's the government.

Julia and I had to leave during the bubble-blowing episode of Spongebob. That episode always reminds me of band camp.
Squidward tries to blow a bubble, without using Spongebob's proper technique.

"Technique! Technique! Technique! Squidward, you're-- you're not-- using.. correct.. technique."
And Squidward goes on and mocks Spongebob's technique.
 
Our drill instructor and drum majors always yell "technique!" at us during our marching practices.
Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Day 45


That's my laptop. I'll give you a tour, starting in the top left hand corner. 
  • Proscenium Circus is the drama club at my school. abdrama.org
  • The Boss is a sticker my mom gave me. Sometimes I like being in charge, many times I don't.
  • Fenway Park, 100 years. Got the sticker at a Red Sox game with my dad. 
  • The weird octopus thing is a logo for some custom t-shirt company. 
  • Big hunk of purple text is from last year's Day of Silence.
    It reads:
    "Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence, a national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. My silence echoes that which is caused by anti-LGBT bullying and harassment. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward building awareness and making a commitment to address these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today."
    To read more on the Day of Silence, click here
  • CCL stands for Camp Calumet Lutheran, an overnight summer camp I used to go to.
  • Spongebob. 
  • The big red B is the logo for Beats Headphones, which I received last Christmas. 
  • Batman name tag. Self explanatory. 
  • Elmo. I stole that sticker out of the sticker basket on my way out of the doctor's office. 
  • Legalize Love 2012, as part of Obama's re-election. Elmo is covering the O in LOVE, because I don't consider myself strictly democratic. And there wasn't much room elsewhere for Elmo. 
  • That pink dog sticker is also from the doctor's. That time, I was extremely light-headed, and I was having blood drawn, making the light-headedness even worse than it already was. I felt like I was going to pass out right then and there in that sticky chair. I was trying really hard to tell the nurses about Legally Blonde, the musical at my school, and how there were two live dogs on stage, but they either didn't hear me, or ignored me and thought I was talking to myself.
    "Just drink your apple juice, sweetheart." They kept saying with a thick Boston accent.
    "Can... can I have a sticker? Please?"
    That got their attention. 
  • The rainbow ribbons are from the day in health class last year where we talked about what LGBT meant, and nobody except for me, Colin and Sam knew what transgender meant.


Laptop today, because I did nothing productive except for finish and mail my application to that writer's conference before the post office closed.

Lots and lots of writing today. Can't post it on here, though. This is a blog, where real, non-fiction writing belongs. I'm hoping that someday, one of you will see my name on the cover of a book in the book store. 

Cheers,
SWH

Friday, February 14, 2014

Day 44


My apologies for yet another picture of Pesky. 

Valentine's Day, and the usual happens at school. 
  1. Carnation deliveries.

    You can buy a carnation for a buck a piece, and send it to a friend with a note on Valentine's Day. They even color-code the carnations to match your relationship. It's a very high school thing to do.
    Pink = friends
    Red = significant other
    White = secret admirer

    So that's always something to talk about.
  2. Singing valentines

    You can buy singing valentines for friends for three dollars. Small a cappella groups from the school chorus come around and sing a cute song to your English class. They usually come to other classes too, because they have the time.
  3. Cute couples being cute.
  4. Single people making jokes about "singles awareness day," and how they'll end up "forever alone." 
  5. Food everywhere. 
It was also the day before February vacation. 

We band kids had the last period of the day free, so instead of ending my day with band, guess what I was doing until late after school?

That's right. Biology midyears.

My school does two days of science midyears and two days of math midyears. I still had to make up the science, so what better time then after school on Valentine's Day, right before a week long vacation?

Nah, I'm just glad they're over with.

Now I'm back to what I did yesterday: forcing the creativity onto paper in the form of fictional writing to prove myself worthy. I'm actually making progress, though. I've been told that I'm excellent at writing believable dialogue, so I'm writing a conversation as a teaser for the rest of this new story idea. 

Cheers,
SWH

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Day 43


Our third snow day. The time that wasn't spent on my bio lab was spent desperately trying to tap into my creative side. 

A little less than a month ago, my English teacher e-mailed us about the Young Writer's Conference at Champlain College. How could I resist. After all, publishing a book is pretty high on the bucket list. 

Attending the conference obviously requires an application, and since I'm really hoping on attending the fiction workshops, I have to submit a piece of fictional writing no longer than three pages by the 15th of February, to prove myself worthy. 

It's driving me insane. Creatively writing fiction on a strict deadline is unpleasant, to say the least. Especially when you haven't written fiction in so long that you're willing to work with. 

Back in 7th and 8th grade, creative writing was everywhere. I was never too impressed with myself, although I churned out a good handful of short stories, poems, and one longer untitled story about 40 typed pages long that I shared with a small group of friends. 

I stuck with the longer story for a little over a year, starting in April of 8th grade, and I kept telling myself I would finish it and it would be golden. For a short while, I was completely convinced that I was writing my first novel. I named one of the main characters after my best friend, Colin, and he and I would get so excited and brainstorm ideas of what would happen next in the story. 

Part of the problem was that I was writing entirely "by ear," so to speak. I did very little planning ahead. One day, I figured out how the story would end for one of my favorite characters, and I frantically texted away with Colin about that. He kept asking me how it would end for everyone else, and the fact that I could never give him even the most vague answer bothered me immensely. 

Now that I look back on it, I'm not too proud of it at all, as a whole. There's no use in finishing something you're not proud of, so I'm filing that story under "Gold Star, Younger Sonja. You tried." However, I might snatch a few strong characters out of that story and throw them in other stories in the future, so the year effort wasn't a total waste. 

I'm sure it was a "valuable learning experience," or something like that. 

There were times when I skipped gym to sit on the bleachers with all the regular skippers, and just scribble down the next chapter until my hand was begging me to take a break. My beautiful neat handwriting was compromised in those situations. I lost a fair share of sleep over it, too. There were nights where I would sit at my desk and type away, and then drink caffeinated tea the following morning during Science class; I was under the impression that that was a perfect substitute for sleep. It's not like I had a deadline to make, I was just too eager to get it down on paper, and share it with Colin. 

As valuable as this experience was, I sure hope no one ever finds that story. 

My seventh grade English teacher, who ran the creative writing club back when I was in the Jr. High, was kind enough to lend me the book in the picture: Spilling Ink. I've read a good fraction of it today. She was shocked to hear that I wanted to write something fresh off the grill, as opposed to working with my older pieces. 

Now I'm scratching my head, reading that handbook, doing everything I can to conjure up the creative side of myself, to prove to both myself and these people at Champlain College that I can still write fiction that I'm proud of. 

Part of the problem is I have zero ideas in my story idea bank. Hmph. 

Cheers,
SWH













Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Day 42


Pesky strolls into my room and starts walkin' all over me when I'm trying to write an English paper. 

Decided to try the old cat and yarn deal, and that certainly did the trick. He tried eating it, too. 

Cheers,
SWH 


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Day 41


Walk in the front door.

"Philip Glass!!" I say, stumbling over myself through the front door.

Flute choir and flute lesson, all in one day, and I come home to Philip Glass.

I feel so cultured for knowing who that is.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Knock knock.

Who's there??
Knock knock.

...Who's there???

Philip.

Philip who?

Philip Glass.


Julian taught me that one.

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 09, 2014

Day 40


Only kids who go to my high school would even consider doing their homework with a textbook in the front seat of a car ride. 

It's a really uncomfortable set up. Those doctors who specialize in backs and posture and all that would probably yell at me. It involves long periods of time hunched over a textbook, squinting your eyes to read the textbook in the uncomfortably bright direct sunlight. 

Turns out I wasn't even doing the correct assignment. I was too proud of myself for doing my homework in the car to notice that until tonight. 

Oh well. We listened to some nice violin concertos on the way down. Pretty violins. 

Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Day 39


This probably looks like some weird sketchy basement where only certain people know how to get to, for various reasons.

I'm just using my imagination here. Maybe you guys actually see the theatre, maybe you don't. Stage lights? Chairs?

It was an interesting set up. The Temptress

During intermission, this guy who reminds me a lot of my own Grandpa started talking to us, wondering if we knew anything about the actual plot line.

The whole atmosphere just made me feel bad for wanting to play Flappy Bird on my phone. So I didn't. 

One guy who looked old enough to be my dad walked up to some other dad-looking guy, and introduced himself, saying that he looked familiar, and oh I think I used to work with you. No way! Hi!   And they reconnected just like that.

Talk about a community. 

As for the rest of the day, we have
new flannels, Mexican food, and just overall super happy. So that's refreshing.

Not sure if I've mentioned this, but a change of scenery is so nice.

Cheers,
SWH

Friday, February 07, 2014

Day 38


Delivered some Girl Scout cookies to a friend who was out sick for a couple days. 

Forgot to take a picture of it, so he sent me one. 

Cheers,
SWH

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Day 37


After my flute lesson, Mom and I went to downtown Concord this afternoon before a doctors appointment. We had just enough time to not have time to go back home, and also to have some time to kill together. 

If that made any sense. 

This wicked bike was just outside the bistro we went to. 

A change of scenery is always uplifting, I think. 

Cheers,
SWH 

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Day 36


Snow day number two. 

Somehow, all of Ben's boots were left at Dad's house. Keep in mind that because of a new custody schedule between the two houses, this is his third consecutive week at moms. 

So he wore my black "fugg" boots. Fuggs = fake uggs. 

Meanwhile, I'm rockin' the layered hats, tassels and various sweaters. Trend setter right here. 

The red hat was to keep my ears warm, and the other was to keep the snow from attacking my face.  

I ate a good handful of snow today, too. 

Cheers,
SWH 

Monday, February 03, 2014

Day 34


Received some bad news today. I had to say good-bye to an old friend of mine.

First thing I did when I stepped outside was bend over and started to make a snowman with, once again, my bare hands.

This time, the whole thing was just gross and depressing.

I think snowmen have become a coping skill of mine.

Sometimes, I'm asked the question, "what are your coping skills?"
Typically, I'll list off stuff like writing, playing flute, talking on the phone with a good friend of mine, and I think I'll add snowmen to that list. Thank god there was snowman snow outside.

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 02, 2014

Day 33


Secret project is done, and no longer a secret. 

I'll make a separate post at a later dare explaining
A) what this is
B) how to make one
C) why this one took forever to make

Happy birthday, Julian.

Cheers,
SWH 

Saturday, February 01, 2014

Day 32


Jo came over today, and I got the honor of brushing and playing with her ridiculously long hair.

"I didn't think it was that long... "
I might as well show you the finished product:


We also went to go see my school's production of Footloose. More on that later.

Cheers,
SWH

Friday, January 31, 2014

Day 31



Went to visit my 7th grade English teacher this afternoon, and this was written on the board.

"Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration. I myself prefer to laugh since there is less cleaning up to do afterwards." Kurt Vonnegut, author. 

I was telling her that I like to laugh at my predicaments. 

Also, turns out that the Junior High now has 20 minutes carved out of the day schedule, dedicated solely for silent reading. Everybody reads. Teachers, students, everybody just drops what they're doing and reads. 

I can't imagine the High School doing that. 

I guess we'll just have to... read on my own time. oh, the horror.

Cheers,
SWH


Thursday, January 30, 2014

Day 30



"Well, I was gonna do the chicken tonight, but it was going so slowly. I just didn't have the patience. So, sorry... it's just some ravioli for tonight. Hope you don't mind. There's no red sauce or anything."

My mom, ladies and gentlemen. 

Tasted scrumptious. 

Cheers,
SWH

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Day 29


I should've taken a picture of my chicken noodle soup for lunch.

Welp, band music it is. Fantasie on a Gaelic Hymn Song. 

I've been out of school for awhile, so I'm a little behind with everyone else in band. I also feel like I need to prove myself worthy of having the third chair. As if, now that I have third chair, I can suddenly learn the music super fast. 

In other news,
No bruise so far. Odd. I was expectin' a whopper. 
Super secret project is mostly successful, still not complete. 
Saxophone is still difficult. 

Cheers,
SWH

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Day 28


I forgot stellar was a word and now I am going to use it. I had a stellar day today. 

Had to make an impromptu visit down to the sanitized-everything hallways of the doctor's office this morning. Prior, my mom throws me a sandwich bag with a handful of chocolate chips inside. 

Chocolate chocolate. 

And then, 
and then,
about an hour ago, I came back from kickboxing class. It was the most intense class I've ever had. I mean, let's get real, I wasn't glistening with sweat, and I didn't transform into the black widow at the end, but still. It was intense.

We worked on the kick portion of the kickboxing.
Someone holds a suitcase-sized bag up on their thigh. That person is in there kickboxing stance, so their legs are open, knees bent, all that. The other person just goes at it. The kick is a little hard to describe, but it involves hitting the bag with your shin and your leg, but not your knee. It involves this dramatic arm movement to keep your balance stabilized, opening your hips, hitting the right part of your leg, bringing your knee up high enough to create a better impact, all that. Hard to keep that all in mind when the kick itself is over within a second.

I was paired up with this new kid named Padro. He seemed about seventeen years old. He either had previous experience, but not enough to move to the intermediate class, or he was just a wicked fast learner.

Mr. Padro here, he hit the bag hard. So hard that I can still feel it all over my left thigh, even when I'm just sitting here writing on my laptop. I can feel it when I walk, too. I don't even want to know what that feels like without the damn bag.
Watch. You just watch, tomorrow morning, there's gonna be a masterpiece of a bruise all over my left thigh.

If/when hat bruise comes, I'll be able to point to it and say, 
"Y'know where I got that? Kickboxing.*"

*Kickboxing class, where this kid beat the absolute shit out of my thigh through a kicking bag for a brutal five minutes. 

Is it odd that I'm motivated by my own physical pain in my thigh to work harder and workout more often and such? Because that's what's goin' on right now. Good thing; it get's me back on track with my new year's resolution

In other news, I made a ball bounce today in animation class. Very satisfying.

Cheers,
SWH

Monday, January 27, 2014

Day 27


First day back in the grind.

First day of animation class. 

The oddly satisfying thing about animation is that it takes a whole lot of complicated steps and understanding to create something that looks so basic and simple, like a ball moving across the screen and transforming into a square. 

The difference between animation and ballet is everyone knows how hard animation is; whereas with ballet, many people don't understand the strength and amount of hard work needed behind the curtain to make something like ballet look so easy. 

This is what I'm seriously considering looking into as a career, and meanwhile, some other kids in the class go on the internet when the teacher isn't looking. 

Cheers,
SWH 

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Day 26


Workin' on a super secret project, she said and published to the internet.

Nah, this won't give anything away.

All you get to see for now is a stapler for size comparison, a midget bag, and the one of the United States map placemats on the table in our kitchen at dad's house. 

Dad and I went to Ace Hardware to pick up the materials needed for said secret project, and the lady behind the counter gave us this midget paper bag.

More to come on this project later on, when it isn't super secret anymore. 

Cheers,
SWH




Saturday, January 25, 2014

Day 25



"We should take snow selfies."

I accidentally woke up early this morning, instead of the usual noon. After breakfast, mom insisted that we go for a quick walk outside.

We're Finnish, so we're supposed to not mind the cold. The stereotype lives on, because it was absolutely amazing.

Cheers,
SWH

Friday, January 24, 2014

Day 24


I came home from my impromptu sort-of-involuntary leave of absence today.

Two grand friends of mine, Madeleine and Julian, were trying to find a time that they could stop by my place and say hi.

They originally planned for 6:30, but that's when I have kickboxing class. We rescheduled for 5:30.

They ended up being significantly late. I was in the car, ready to leave for kickboxing and their car pulled up next to ours.

The whole thing was pretty ridiculous.

There was much hugging.
Julian handed me two tupperware containers full of homemade oatmeal raison cookies.
Madeleine handed me sheet music for band, and a drawing of me in wolf-form, complete with gay pride leg warmers.
Julian had to bring his little sister along for the ride, so she was getting out of the car when she was told to stay in the car.
Julian is trying to get her to stay in the car in the most polite oldest-brother manner possible.
I'm getting all overwhelmed with gifts and with time management for my kickboxing class.
Now Julian's little sister is out of the car, and when she finds out that they have to leave, she starts whining, saying,
"You lied to me?!"
"You tricked me!!"
"What do you mean we have to go now?"
"We didn't even get to go inside yet!"
"This isn't even fair."
It was short, and sweet, and the perfect amount of overwhelming.

They came over without his little sister for a couple more hours after my class, too.

And I know you're reading this, Julian. Much appreciated.

A pretty nice welcome back into civilization, if I do say so myself.

Cheers,
SWH

Day 14 through Day 23

An impromptu sort-of-involuntary leave of absence with no electronics, including cameras, got in the way of my project.

All you need to know about where I stayed is the following:
a) It's not exactly a desired place to stay at
b) There's a small group of people my age there with me
c) We're not allowed to go outside

I still feel the need to jot down a quick summary of each day, even though there are no photos.

Day 14



Okay I lied. There are a couple photos. 

I had to spend a solid six hours in the nurse's office at my school, and they brought me some hot cocoa. 

This is one of those days where something as stupid as sticking my finger in a cup of hot cocoa makes the cut to go on this silly little blog. It was all foamy at the top, and it made swirly patterns when I stuck my finger in to test the temperature.

Day 15 (Wednesday)

We went outside for a solid fifteen minutes.

I played hot potato with a few other girls.

Day 16 (Thursday) 

I took my first shower at my new temporary home.

Key points:

a) The shower head was up to my nose
b) The water wasn't too cold
c) The water spewed out in a violent manner
d) I had a limit of 15 minutes to do everything, include get dressed
e) Baby shampoo is underrated

Day 17 (Friday) 


I discovered watercolor crayons, and thus created an art piece dedicated to the prison-esque telephone.

The women who ran the art group said to me, 
"I've never seen anyone pay any attention to that silly old phone!"
"Well... it's usually the best part of my day."
"The phone?"
"Yeah, I get to talk with my friends. Especially Jo."

I might make several different versions of this telephone, if I ever get my hands on some of my own watercolor crayons in the future. Something with a little more perspective and dimension in it, instead of just a head-on wall.
Day 18 (Saturday)

Big snow storm. It was torturous because we couldn't go outside that day.

I also had an unexpected visitor.

Day 19 (Sunday) 

A few girls and I had a small dance party in the school room while everyone else watched a movie.

I think they were watching House Bunny for the fifth time that weekend.

Day 20 (Monday) 



Another visit.

This one treated me to some shampoo and conditioner, lotion, gloves, and the fuzziest blanket.

It was like Christmas all over again, and it was perfect.

Day 21 (Tuesday) 

We watched Thor.

For those of you who don't know, I'm a wee bit obsessed with Loki. Oops. I promise this phase will pass soon enough. Just like my neon-clothes-and-anime-everything phase.

Day 22 (Wednesday) 

We watched The Avengers. 

This movie is the equivalent of comfort food for me, especially because of Loki. But we didn't have Shwarma after.

Day 23 (Thursday) 

We sat around in the hallway asking thought provoking questions that hurt my head.

There were some tossed around, like
  • What are three questions you wish you knew the answer to? 
  • What's the best piece of advice you've ever received?
  • When was the last time you lied, and what was the lie? 
  • If you could go back and tell young you something, what would you say?
That kind of stuff. It sounds like an excruciatingly painful first-period English class, but it was so much better than it sounds. 

Hope this counts for something.

Cheers,
SWH

Monday, January 13, 2014

Day 13

 

If you look closely, you'll notice:
a) I'm not wearing my glasses
b) I'm thoroughly amused

Ben and I came downstairs for dinner. 

Dad was sitting at the table with no food in front of him, and he calmly asked to be served. 

The meatballs were on a pan on one end of the kitchen, green beans in a bowl on the other side, and there was a stack of plates. 

Well now what do we do?! Ben and I looked like complete idiots. We scrambled around, trying to figure out what kind of tool to use to serve green beans. Ben didn't want to use the same tool for both, I said it didn't matter...

"OK, here. Your job is to hold the plates. That's it." Ben told me. 

"How many green beans do you want?"
"Fourteen."

I shit you not, Ben took the tongs, and one by one, placed them onto dad's plate. It was pretty innefficient, but I got a big kick out of it.

Just Ben and I being stupid was the highlight of my day.

Mind you, I stayed home from school today, so most of the day was pretty uneventful and almost lousy. 

However, I received a surprise music stand today! One of those nice solid black ones that we use in band. 

It's beautiful. No graffiti, no bent corners, nothing is stuck. It's smooth and black and crisp, and it's got that new stand smell. I just want to admire it for awhile longer before I actually use it. I've never seen a new one before. 

I wonder how idiotic I sound to people who don't play music.

Cheers, 
SWH





Sunday, January 12, 2014

Day 12


I had a very hard time coming up with a photo for today.

I also had a very hard time thinking straight and logically today, particularly this evening. I was decomposing for a few hours, not too long ago. Rough night. 

I thought maybe I'll only upload a picture of something when it's actually blogworthy. Then I thought maybe I should just delete all the photo-a-day evidence and pretend it never happened; if anyone claimed that I was doing the project, I would just claim that the whole thing was one big hallucination. 

During the aftermath, where I slowly pull myself together into a functioning, responsive, calm human being, my dad brought me some crumpets on a paper plate. 

One of them was buttered, the other had what we call "just jam" on it, because it's just jam, and nothing more. It didn't occur to me that this would end up being my picture for the day until I had already devoured the just jam and butter crumpets.

Then there was this funny tasting shriveled up fruity Fig Newton-esque cookie that I nibbled at. Not my kind of cookie, unfortunately. But I got a laugh out of it. 

Maybe if I take a picture of that stupid funny little cookie, that'll be my picture for the day. 

At which point, I figured it's days like this that make the photo-a-day challenge harder than it sounds. For chrissake, that's why they call it a challenge. Especially when you're posting it on the internet every day. 

That ugly odd-tasting fruit cookie was my special crumb of happiness today. 

Nothing too significant. 

My dad then mentioned, just moments before I started typing this on my phone, that he knows only one other person who's attempted and finished a very similar photo-a-day project. That person is his age, wicked smaht, and always has something to say about anything and everything. 

Welp, Bradley, I feel your pain. This is a difficult task. 

Cheers,
SWH






Saturday, January 11, 2014

Day 11


This was really the only productive thing I did today.

I decided to join this Jack Frost-themed contest that's due February 4th.

...and those are my really messy planning notes. Note that the weird face thing on the right isn't going to be a part of the finished piece, I was just experimenting.

That's about it for today. Nothing too exciting.

Is it bad that I got Jack Frost and Robert Frost mixed up when I first heard about the contest?

Cheers,
SWH