Last Make-Up Blog

This photo is a metaphor for my make-up work: it's over the top, interesting to stare at, but requires too much to actually consider doing myself. Also, first image to come up when typing "make-up work" into Google.

I was on the phone with my friend Rachel earlier, and we were talking about our procrastination woes (we were those girls in Algebra II who talked about making t-shirts with the legend "Procrastination Club", but never actually got around to it). We both find that we get home and realize, hey, there's a good eight hours before we need to go to bed, no reason to start homework now. We do other things, listen to music or watch TV or something, saying it will last only half an hour or so, and then we'll tackle that make-up work.

Four hours later, these things are still happening.

I don't even like TV, to be perfectly honest. I like some TV shows, and Netflix is incredible, but sitting down and channel surfing, watching snippets of random episodes of some rerun doesn't entertain me in the slightest (okay, if it's Maury, I may watch...). I actually like to DO things. So why do I find myself tempted to turn on the TV, rather than type this blog?

Self-sabotage.

But I made some coffee, got off the phone, and began working at my make-up blogs. And, hey, this is my last one! Maybe after a run and a shower I'll feel even more motivated to finish up my poetry responses. Hopefully, I'd love to get all my make-up work out of the way before I have to start working this week...

Poet Laureate Stuff

So, you all know how there's a Poet Laureate at graduation each year?

I'M ONE OF THE TOP FOUR IN THE COMPETITION!!!

I debated posting this, because people who are all like, "look how cool I am, I did this, compliment me," are borderline tacky, but I'm pretty damn stoked. Especially considering the fact I wrote my poem two hours before the official deadline...

Two of my creative writing buddies are also in the top four, and weirdly enough I'd be happy to lose to either of them because they're both so talented. I don't know, this post is really having no purpose, I'm just excited and happy, and all of those other emotions with words.

So maybe I'll read a poem at graduation. Maybe I won't. Who knows, I'm just happy!

Sestina

Even though it was rushed through lunch/in between presentations, I had a lot of fun writing my extra credit sestina today (also, the internet is telling me that's not a real word). Maybe it had to do with the challenge I had created for myself to finish it during third block, or perhaps the subject matter (gender, with a hint of Morrissey), but I think I may have found a structure of poetry I actually enjoy creating. The majority of the time when I write poems they tend to be free verse because:
1. They're easier
2. More freedom
3. I like the flow sooooooo much better
But sestinas aren't too murderous of the creative process that is writing a poem. Granted, I wouldn't say what I wrote was good by any means; I mention an eighties singer like seven times. But it was fun, and I may try out writing a sestina again.

Senioritis Does Exist, Mr. Mullins

And to prove that, let's take into account the fact this is a make-up blog.

To be honest, I never really bought senioritis as a realistic mental state until I actually became a senior. Something about being free in only a month combined with going out into the world in the fall makes for an incredibly lazy Monty. There is so much I want to do right now, but high school strangles that. I'm still here, but I want to be there.

On a personal note, I've always had an "anywhere but here" complex to some degree. I guess that could be blamed on moving at awkward ages as a kid so I've never really felt truly at home, or my lack of satisfaction teenage angst , but whatever reason, it's present, especially this past month or so. I'm doing my best to combat it, but, like many of my fellow peers, I would rather stare at a wall for several hours than actually do homework.

Last semester of high school just makes for an awkward limbo phase. Most everyone knows their status on whether they will graduate or not, as well as what college/where they will be in the fall. It's just playing the waiting game for the diploma. I'm not sure if I've actually been taught anything in any of my classes recently, either. Well, maybe if I paid attention in math...

So yes, it's a thing.