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Well school is almost over, I have to finish a 8 page story Ive started on Residential schooling.. I havent a ******** clue on what Im writing and its due on the 30th. So screwed, not like its much of a change really.
I have to also have my page of Cree memorized for the 30th as well, do you know how hard it is to memorize something in another language when you can barely pronounce it half the time on the best of days? Damn hard.
Im feeling very sick as well, breathing in isnt a fun experience for some reason. Ive got this ... pain isnt really the right word.. more like cold discomfort like right above the middle of my chest. And its not like the weird heart skip feeling I rarely get anymore either. This is different. And annoying.
I want to sleep.
And go home.
I think Im getting depressed x.X; ... probably have been for a while, god Im lazy.
We saw this picture in english class the other week, it was by a native artist, it showed a cyote/wolf like creature made entirely out of bones, except that they were all in the wrong places, and there were too many of them. They were all made of up different animals as well.
There was pillars made of string, holding up a roof like structure. It looked like it could be from the times of the greeks, or part of a church since the pictures shown carved into it were hard to see and simply crude images.
The wolf was under this stone roof held by nothing but string.
It was entitled ''Progress''
We were asked to write down whatever it was we felt by this.
Heres what I wrote:
<center> The way I was, you took me apart. Stripped me back to my bare self and destroyed me, now out of your good will you try and put me back together again. Except you cant as I will never be the same, you build me back with bare bits of others long lost and forgotten. You leave me crippled and disfigured from your greed. You leave me broken and you call it progress. </center>
We thought that the roof could be a symbol for the church, that the animal was once native culture, and how it is now. Barely held together, languages forgotten and of the shame still held. Of how the very religion is held by something so fragile and can easly be broken, crushing everything under it. Running in circles.
Blah. Im tired.
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