In senior year of highschool, I made a powerpoint for a project in my art class. It was pretty open-ended, so I went all out in my own terms. I was hurting, from many things from my mother coming out to my mono. To everyone that knows me, I'm not good with words, I show pictures when I see pictures that are PERFECT in describing how I feel, I don't pass up the opportunity to save it.

Classical art is the only real art to me, none of this modern shit that anyone could make. I put the powerpoint slide to the beats of The Gladiator Waltz by Hans Zimmer from Gladiator the movie. Here's it on Youtube: Clicky

If that doesn't work, he's the URL:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9jqHVRVWF4

I find this song compelling and very emotional.

I wanted to post the photos here, while maybe you could listen. See what sort of shit stirs up in your head and heart.




Apparently, I'm stupid and can't post pictures so they don't always go directly to the top of the page. So, whatever.

I was looking at cute pictures of animals. Such adorable little bundles of love. I miss Luna, as well as Keeta and Diddle. (R.I.P. Dunkin and Cloe).




She's my baby. I mean, someone's gotta love her if her ACTUAL owner won't....

I realize I haven't written in a while, it's been so hard.
In fact, last night was a St. Valentine's Day Eve movie night. Free effing hot chocolate, too! God, I love sprinkles. We watched the movie Se7en, which I've never seen previous to last night's showing. What a good movie, but hell, I'm not a movie critic at all.

Today was overwhelming, in so many ways. Mom tried to "talk" to me. I'm not ready. I thought I would be after two weeks of her not saying a word with me, until I had to step up and talk to her... but I'm not. Also, the ex decided to throw a curveball today, a side that I've never seen before... I didn't like it. Such a hard day, I thought it would get easier, but it didn't. I don't want to seem like a "woe is me, woe is me" person. I really don't, I just well, I don't know.I want someone to care, and show it. I guess I did that have, but I did fuck it up afterall.

Olympics began with tragedy, a freak accident. R.I.P. Georgian Luger dude.

I don't want to seem redundant on this thing. It didn't go as I planned with the pictures and everything, so I'm sorry! I guess I'll cut it short; if I think of anything I'll make a new post. (Don't worry, all my 2 readers!)

Hanging by a thread and needing things the way they were,

Beth.