time capsule
i remember thinking, as a kid born in the 80s, that music from the 80s sounded so old. they were the oldies and they weren't even that old, relatively. and now i am feeling very elder millennial. the backstreet boys are in laundry detergent commercials on youtube because now i am in the target market!
i finished a sketchbook for the first time this week, or at least what felt like the first time in a long time, i can't remember. i wondered why i hadn't been consistent, but when i dug through my dropbox archives i rediscovered all the art/writing/"content" i had made while i was growing up on the internet. i doodled in the margins of my ruled-line notebooks at school, i scribbled with pixel brushes. while i was showing some of these to j, we spotted a URL on one of the drawings and he made me use the wayback machine to unearth the fossilized websites. i screamed as he read back some of my old stories. i'd forgotten that i had made websites when i was 13. i was dreaming and painstakingly downloading songs and curating them for my mp3 blog. so i present to you, a little time capsule from 2001–2003. if you don't have spotify, here's the list:
ARCHIVE 01 finch - what it is to burn |
and two journal entries from 8th grade me. 😭
tuesday, june 12
i only have 3 days of school left, counting today. june 14 isn't that far away-- which means promotion, which means a little more than a week of freedom and then it's off to summer school. and then summer school is going to last from june 25 to july 27. and it just has to be the day after my birthday? wonderful. well, besides from my griping about immaculate timing, june 8 was fun.
okay, not fun as in, ecstatically fun. it was more like the "so-so" kind of fun that makes you wonder if it's actually fun at all. probably because-- well, i wouldn't call it acting like i was invisible, since it's not like i hang out with him or anything. gah, i hate being introverted.
guys are so annoying.
WISH LIST 6 x 8 intuos tablet. oh, another hard drive since mine's getting full. a cd-rw drive, which my family's getting from my uncle. i need watercolors. and watercolor paper. and new headphones. and-- oh, forget it, i can't possibly fit everything. i'm probably the only person on this earth whose wish list is a mile long. and this is only material stuff.
wednesday, june 13
tomorrow is promotion day. i do not feel like dressing up and looking like an idiot. and getting up fifty million times. oh, well.
at lunch break today, our "acting principal" approached me and informed me that she'd seen one of my chalk drawings that was put up in the district office by my art teacher. she told me that she was wondering if i would consider selling it. if you ask me, my drawing isn't that great. i was surprised she even wanted to buy it. i told my parents, and they told me that it was okay with them. the acting principal offered me $20.
"is that fair enough?" she queried. "more than fair," i replied, sort of stunned. $20 probably doesn't seem to be all that much, compared to other prices for artists' originals. but it seems like a lot, too, since i don't even really like the drawing. she was interested in finding a price that was fair enough, since i was the artist. i probably would have taken $5 for it, because i do a lot of pencil drawings and sketches for my friends for nothing.
maybe i should start taking commissions. yeah, right. like anyone would want to commission me?
at lunch i found out from elizabeth, genevieve, and casey that cody [redacted] was playing quarters during class and he just wouldn't quit. so cody had bloody knuckles on both hands-- you could even see the bone showing. you do not to play quarters until you bleed. but did he stop? no. ><;
i need a tablet. i used to have patience using a mouse, but i don't even have that anymore. but how am i supposed to save up from a measly $25 to $300? and not even $25, since i'm probably going to end up using it as my offering next sunday. if i don't do that, i'll probably end up using it on useless stuff, which i don't want to do.
yesterday, we had a party in period 7. most kids played rap, which i hate, so i had to endure it until someone was smart enough to play linkin park. i don't know what happened. i think it was ben [redacted]'s cd, not sure, but someone skipped to the beginning of with you, then to pushing me away, then at one step closer. then for some reason, they took the cd out. during the last 15 minutes of class, though, i stuck in my vertical horizon cd, everything you want, and my tonic cd, lemon parade. i don't think anyone really noticed, though, except for casey and valerie.
listening to MIRACLE / vertical horizon