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German Expressionism

Welcome back to school and ordinary life everyone. How are we all holding up? I sincerly hope you are all doing better than me. This Monday was so horible I had to come home and paint my nails chrome to make myself feel better… Im not a nail polish person, much, so this should tell you how bad it was.

Seriously, from waiting for the bus for half an hour, to lugging all my stuff around school… why do even the light books seem heavy after the dog days of summer???

Anyways, I think it’s just that I’ve got a really bad monday schedual… come to think about it I don’t htink I’ve got one good day. I mean who want’s to start off the week with a two periods of Chemistry and then another two periods of Geography (which would be fine if we didnt have the teacher we have… snooze FEST! except you can’t snooze cause he’s HYPERACTIVE!!!) then I have double Art… which could be ok except for two things:

1. The Harpies

2. The Expressionists

Ok so the harpies are a group of girls I have in my class, some of whom read this blog, though its no secret that I call them this and my teacher has actually agreed and started as well… Seee… if you know ancient greek mythologyu and know them, then it makes sense. Because they are so loud and screachy and then shit all over your food.

Ok so maybe thats a bit harsh… let me explain… So there’s this group of girls, who I have no hard feelings against, and can get along with each of them individually very well… but one of them alone is able to reach the decibell capacity of my ears, so I dread having them all together. Ok so four teenage girls. Sociallites, which we all know I’m not, who love to spend their time TITTERING away. Seriously, they even admit it, when I say they screach, they SCREACH!  So I’m in a bad enough mood by the time the first bell rings with a head ache and ringing ears, and then one of them or the other comes over and leans over my shoulder for half an hour before screaching “OMG i LOVE IT!!!” seriously, without fail, those words. Or else, it might be ‘OMG THATS AWESOME! ITS LIKE SO AWESOME!” which, sure thanks for the praise and all, get on my nerves. Or as my favourite Greek saying going “Kanei tsourekia ta nevra mou!” (braids my nerves). Not only is it the lack of elloquence or the invariability of the “compliments” or if its the high pitched tone of the voice or the colloquial manerism in which it is said… I dont know which but all to gether they make me feel as if its not such a compliment. It certainly doesn’t feel sincere, though I don’t know if it is, so who am I to say? That’s the shitting on you food when your starving bit. Because whether you think what you’re working on is utter crap (which for me it is alot of the time) or if you think its actually pretty good for once (which it can sometimes be) it just makes me feel more crappy about the work. Either that they’re taking the mickey out of me by sayin that something that is crap is good as though I don’t know the difference, or by saying that something is “good” (air quotes= not so good… crap) when I actually think it’s half decent for once and not fully worthy of the garbadge can… 😦

Maybe worst of all though is how horrible they seem to know me, after all these years… I mean they KNOW I’m clausterphobic, and I make a point of telling them that and how that’s why I don’t want them to lean over me… Instead all they do is take a step back, which in a way makes it even worse, knowing that their there but not RIGHT there… you know when not knowing is worse than knowing… and second of all… they KNOW that I HATE Compliments because they all seem insincere to me. oK not all… I can tell some real ones, but they still make me feel really self conscious… so all in all I end up feeling like they are attacking me… making me feel bad about myself…  which wouldn’t be entirely possible seeing as there are only about 8 girls in the class and two boys and the boys are both quiet and the harpies make up about 5 of the girls… And incase anyone should read this, you know, I shouldn’t even have to say, that I don’t feel that way about you guys… I just can’t stand being in a room where I’m supposed to be expressing myself but end up feeling oppressed anyways, for two and a half hours a week with you guys…

I don’t think you read this anymore though. I’m not interesting enough. XD

Have you guys ever felt personally assaulted and attacked by a group of people that you used to consider friends? Silly question, I know. How about having been attacked and not having known why? I odften get callled out when I actually voice my oppinion. Any advice on how to deal with people when they treat you lik that? I try to just keep my cool rather than blwoing my top, but then my indifference to their oppinions on my oppinions get me called out as an emo, even though, my love affair with bright vibrant colours and desire to keep my hair out of my face would depict me as anything but…

ok so what makes art lessons even worse right now is that we are studying German Expressionism. I mean, I like seeing it sometimes. I like how it can make me feel what the subject felt, which is moer often than not despair and greif and hunger and such… but I just don’t enjoy doing it. I mean who likes doing something that they know they aren’t very good at and don’t enjoy? As an exercise we took pictures of ourselves in a german expressionistic pose and printed out many copies, tapped them to the windows and drew on the back with bold black lines to eliminate the details and lines we didn’t want (cause our final aim is to transfer the image to a piece of lino and do a lino cute of it, which you know I love…) And so I started off with some pictures of notme 😛 One was this indian woman which I thought was really interesting, though the printer faded the ink on the most interesting section so I couldn’t really do it well, and a piece of Mother Theresa, I think it was… So these two wrinkly old women (no offence…)

And one of them actually looked pretty good… but then one of the art teachers ruined my finally lifting spirits (I had to sit on a desk too, to get to the window 😛 ) by saying that I couldn’t use those in my lino cut because I didn’t take the pictures… And when I told him I really didn’t want to do one of myself, he said, well then go and find someone in the room and get them to pose and take a pictuer of them and do that… NO BLOODY THANK YOU… I’LL SUFFER WITH A SELF PORTRAIT THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! lot of bloody help he was! I’m not about to ask someone in my art class to pose for me, especially when I’m the one with the camera phobia. I mean its just mean to not like something and so inflict it on someone else… Would you?

So for the time being, since there were only another 30 minutes left in the class and it would have taken longer to take another picture and print it in the dodgy printer… so I stuck with the others that had been printed already. The teacher who had told me off though, had been working on a picture of me since the begining of the lesson. See how come his turned out so good and mine turned out like crap? I’ll have to put up a pic of mine and his. His was much nmroe expressionistic than mine. Mine was just fail line drawing…

Does anyone have really strong feelings on post WWI german expressionism? It’s kinda love or hate so who loves it and who hates it?

Any ideas, other than earplugs, to improve the art lessons?

sigh…

I can’t stand writting such a wholly negative post so Imma change the topic.

Has anybody read the book “Shiver” or any of the “wolves of Mercy Falls” series or any other book by Maggie Stiefvater? I really love her writting. She’s great. I loved shiver. It really touched me. Ten times better than the twilight craze. I actually cried durring the last chapter, and I don’t normally cry for movies… and even though it was just comfortably predictable.

Well even if you haven’t please go on Amazon and read the first few pages and then join the page on Facebook that is trying to get it made into a movie. It really should. It would be an awesome movie, though the book was just plain incredible.

Are there any other books that you would like to see made into a move? I normallyu refrain from wanting a book to be made into a movie, if its good. otherwise i the idea is good but the writter wasn’t all that great, then I say sure, but normally the movies just ruin it. With shiver though, i just think it deserves to be made into a movie! It was so great it deserves the publicity! Kudos Maggie!

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I got home yesterday afternoon. Was greeted at the port by one of my brothers. We then had to take the metro, two busses and another metro train to get home. Not so much fun after traveling, being in the hot sweaty capitol and with a bulky suitcase.  How long will the rail repairs on the Athenian metro last anyways? It seems like they’ve been going on for ages!

Anyways it was nice to be home. I didnt even do any air travel and I feel the jet lag ish drain of traveling. Is it because of the stress of traveling or what? Why do I always feel so exhausted after traveling?

Anyways, when I finally got home I had to go to the eye glasses store. I had ordered a new pair with a new subscription before leaving and had awaited them eagerly. My old pair had recently lost one of the little rubber things that keeps the glasses on the bridge of the nose, not to mention that they were scratched from being thrown off my face numerous times during pirouettes. I wore my glasses to ballet and dance classes before I started wearing contacts and I could never decide whether or not to wear my glasses during pirrouettes. for jumps they were out of the question cause they would be bopping up and down, but for pirouettes… well If i didnt wear them i didnt spot so well and so they didnt come out so well. But if i did… then they risked serious injury to someone else and then I would be scared of them flying into someone and so the pirouettes weren’t so good then either. *sigh*. I know a lot of people dont bother wearing their glasses for dance or other activities… but unlike most people I actually like my glasses. Don’t get my wrong, I prefer contacts for activities and sports, but if i couldnt wear my contacts for some reason i WOULD wear my glasses.

Anywho I’m just glad to be seeing the world in High Deffinision again :P. The dizzyness is settling down now. When ever I get a new prescription or a new frame I’,m always really disorientated at first. Of course it didnt help last night, that I was tired. Its just really wierd that when I turn my head… I’m very aware of the fact that, due to the new glasses im seeing more details, and so if I turn… i feel that rather than seeing a blur of colours and shapes… Im turning in sections and seeing snap shots with individual items in focus…

YAWN

Ok I’m still sleepy and Haven’t had lunch or breakfast yet (thanks to a dentist apointment…) just an ice cream on the way back (hehe… HEY I was walking and its hot! :P) so Im off… to sleep… or watch tv…. or eat… or cook… dont know what yet… think its a vegging kinda day…

adios amigos!

Even when things should be slowing down…

…they just end up speeding up.

It’s summer.

We are now nearly ready to end school. Exams have been handed back (all but art). Lessons are winding down.

Deadlines are being met,  summer work is being set, and relaxation is being post-poned…

Its that time of year when everyone just wants to relax, and finish, and start summer, but our school has decided to have school end a bit later this year, so we are all enduring a bit more of the … well nothingness that marks our daily lives. typical days.

That sounds really depressing.

I just mean that we are all in suspense as usual, always waiting for something, to happen.

Tomorrow morning, something will happen. My grade is going on a camping trip. Beach, sun, trees, relaxation, swimming, ice-cream, good company (hopefully)… what more can I ask for? (that actually sounds like a lot of demands :P)

Well my point is that not much has been going on right now. I just finished packing. I’ve got everything on my check list (provided by school) and yet I still feel like I’m missing something… We all go through this, problem is, I think I have this feeling far too often. And its normally right.

Anyways, I know this is kinda short, (VERY short) but I’ll be getting up in 7 and a half hours… probably I’ll only get 5 hours sleep by the time I’m done getting everything I could possibly need, and finally put my mind to rest that I have EVERYTHING I could Possibly need.

I think the big problem though  is that I’m not taking my I-pod with me. I mean can you imagine 3 days with out music??? I certainly can not! Haha, this sounds really spoiled. But Music, Dance, and words… they are just a must for me in my everyday life. (oh! Thats something I need to get, my notebooks! Thx guys!) (oh and I could get another novel too… what else is there to do but read when I’m not swimming. I’m not a sun bathing type. WAY too boring!) Keep up the Brain storm! see this is one of the great things about being able to multiple think… while you are busy doing one thing you mind keeps tackling another problem… Where as other people, though tend to think about 2 or 3 things at once, it seems that I can annoyingly think of 5 or 6 at once and sometimes end up getting confused.

Ok- new problem arose. My flashlight isnt working. It’s an underwater one I got last year. Bulb is fine, batteries have charge- but for some reason there seems to be no negative terminal and we can not find out how to get the light on! oh well… another thing to do while I can not sleep. Find new Flashlight!  *sigh* aint this just swell?

Ok flash light is now working and I just managed to stuff a few more things into my bag. Next, a couple more books.

Ok books and flash light added to bag… bag itself is full, though the zip still goes by really easily… htere fore there is still some room for stuff on the top should I need it (such as books… camera… more books 😛 I know I know, I’m a total book worm! :P)

Ok forget about that. It’s now officially full… which means that coming back I wont be able to fit ANYTHING in it! haha. I’ll manage… somehow…

Well I really should go. I have some email and correspondances to write before I go to bed so toodle-oo (just found out how to spell it correctly haha!)

Bonna Notte Tutti!

Meet Missy!

Spring Time in CanadaWell hello there everyone!

I promised you all a link to my friend Missy’s new blog and here it is:       http://missymoooonstar.wordpress.com/

She has made it her purpose to prove that teenagers CAN think. When you were a kid, didn’t everyone always look down at you and tell you how much you had left to learn? Tell you how you thought you were so smart… when you weren’t (even if you WERE right and they were wrong)? Well the two of us both love reading. And I love writing poetry. No haickus and meaningless limericks for me. I like the deep matter. Life, Love, Happiness and Death. Oh sure there are a few more. Human rights, animal rights, illness, injustice, frustration, prejudice and so on. Some people read them and are supportive, or give praise even. Congratulate me on my vocabulary, on how I presented my ideas and so on.  But of course there are those odd few that are utterly bitter and say how I’m only biting off more than I can chew and making a mask of my writing. They think that just because I’m 16 I can’t write something deep, or have my own, unbiased views on the meaning of life, and beliefs about what’s important, or what makes me happy or so on without them being stereotypical. THOSE are the people I think are living their life with blinders on. THOSE are the people who people who are shallow, and hypocritical and just plain ignorant to the fact that yes, teenagers can think, do have minds, and personalities and do not all just go with the pop culture stream…

Anyways, that’s why I’ll occasionally put up a poem or two, or a recipe I like or anything of the sort, to show you guys out there what teenagers can be like, and that is why Missy is trying to get input from the world and come up with a big theory of the meaning of life. We each have some parts of our own, and like I said before, I will (hopefully) be contributing to her blog quite a bit.

Her most recent blog was on music, the universal language.

My mom always said that there were only three things that not even cultural, appearance, or even class differences can separate from person to person. Those are maths, love and music. Because no matter what no matter where you are even, 2pi r squared is the area of a circle, and you can’t do anything about it if you like someone. These things have been programmed in us, Mathematics into our brains from our early childhood, and love and attraction from adaptations, its in our genes. Music on the other hand, goes beyond that even. I think that when you dance, or you sing, or you play music, you are praising God, life, the world. Your fellow people and inhabitants of it, the tree outside your window and the flower blossoming down the road. Music is something, like magic that resides deeper than our minds and hearts. Its more than instinct and a textbook. Its something unimaginably powerful and unsurprisingly is the base of the two other universal languages. What came first, music or love? Trigonometry or music? What came first, the lyrics or the song, the dance or the beat? Its hard to say. But they are all each other. There’s a reason why all great mathematicians are somehow, even subconsciously musically gifted. Two of the three math teachers at my school play music. My oldest brother, a musical prodigy, and exception to the 10 year rule, is a great mathematician when he applies his whole mind. Music is all about expression, as is love, as is dance. Dance is all about expression and love. Love is FULL of music and dance! Why do you think newlyweds’ first dance together is such a big deal? its their first act of trust, unison, expression to each other while wrapped in the music (no formulas floating around visibly and cornily, but they are there).

If you want to hear some absolutely amazing lectures on music and everything I was just talking about you should go to the New York City Lincoln center and hear some of Branford Marsalis’ workshops “Jazz at the Lincoln Center” are full of great music and profoundly deep lectures.

Sadly, though I love escaping from the world and writing here, I must return and start revising and doing homework and all the horribly standard things that await a teenage girl when she re-awakes into the world.

More Later,

Mirella Rose

P.S. picture credits to my dear friend Mike in Canada. He took and allowed me to use the picture you see above. I know it might be a bit random, but I thought it was beautiful and might remind us all that spring always comes round at sometime or other, its just waiting for when you will most appreciate it. Enjoy it while it lasts, soon it will be too hot and after that too cold. Embrace the grey area, the No man’s Land.

Its Saturday… Sit back, relax, and watch a feel good film.

Well everyone,

I have to write tonight. The blog is one week old. And I am officially a blogger… I think.

But I warn all, this is gonna be a bit of a short post. My hand still hurts, and when I tried to play violin today it REALLY hurt despite how I thought it wouldn’t hinder me. I had to put ice on it again; much to my annoyance. I hate being injured, held back, vulnerable, weak and all in all, just generally unhappy. All because I’m a horrible horrible klutz.  And you thought ballerinas were graceful… pfttt!

We might be, but when we are totally… well if your me… then constantly… a klutz. There’s no other way to describe it. When we were kids, I was the last one to graduate from the plastic childish, unbreakable, ME- proof cups to proper glasses. Even my twin was using a proper glass on a regular basis months and months before me…

Well I’m not going to write for too long. I want to rest it for the concert. My sister will be singing, luckily she never injures her vocal chords. Shes singing the lovely “Summer TIme” and she has a beautiful voice for it.

So anyways, Instead of doing homework or practicing violin, I’m watching back to back movies on t.v. One was “the nany diaries”. a very good feel good movie. so sweet. It was the first time id seen it. Now to contrast, is “Proof” which has just started. It seems quite dark.  But I think I will like it anyways. I will try to write more during the commercial, but right now, I want to watch…

When the going gets tough… do you get going???

Hello Everyone.

I just got home from a dance class around half an hour ago. Took a shower and washed my hair… nothing like a cool shower to cleanse you of your disappointment.

I guess you can guess that it wasn’t a very good class… We have recently started a new level, and let me tell you, the gap between the one I just passed and the one I’m in now, is HUGE! I can’t wrap my head around it. Some of the exercises, I get how to do in my brain, but the information gets lost on its way to my limbs in the rush because its too fast or too much is happening at once. The other half, my arms and legs get- or want to  get- but my mind doesn’t want to follow…

Ok, I don’t think that made any sense, but anyways,

Anyways, I’ve been thinking about dropping out. I wonder if it’s worth it to keep going. It seems to me that even just doing simple steps that I had been able to do easily before, I can no longer do. The fact that I don’t understand why is what makes me the most frustrated… I mean, a simple double pirouette I can no longer complete where as before I was able to do triples. Sure, now we don’t end in the same position. Now we land in an arabesque or attitude (not only do dancers dance with attitude but they have an attitude as well- pun intended) instead of the simple ending with our lifted foot on our knee as in the good old days that were not so very long ago.

For those of you who are dance illiterate, and arabesque is the easier of the two… well actually that depends on the position.  It’s when you have at least one hand extended in front of you (the other to the side or in front as well) and the leg is extended either behind, to the side or in front. For us, it rests at 90 degrees (or above) towards the back when landing a pirouette. Attitude is the same thing, (except the front arm might be raised -curved- above the head) with the lifted leg bent, but still at ninety degrees or above.

Ok, I’ve done all these before, I’ve even done pirouettes in arabesque and attitude positions… SO WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME NOW??? this is what I find truly infuriating…

so do I stay or do I go? I can’t decide… It has only been… not even a month maybe. I’ll stick it out till the end of the year at least.

Well my meager audience, I’m feeling rather tired so I’ll wrap it up with some nice discussion about sleep.

I came across this article from Yahoo News a few days ago. It’s rather interesting. Speaks of the different positions that people sleep in, saying which are good for you, which aren’t, which aid digestion and which don’t and most importantly, which will make you prone to snoring. Visit it and tell me which you think you are. I’m a yearner, foetus or free faller… Oh and it also speaks of which personalities tend to go with each position. I think it’s pretty accurate, for me at least.

http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/what-does-your-sleep-position-reveal-about-your-personality-1338293/

I find that rather interesting, the way superficial things, such as our appearance and bone structure or even the way we sleep, can have  deeper meaning. They can tell us about our personality and our most common disposition. Its for reasons like this that I find the ancient Chinese art of face reading very interesting. Some people believed that different bone structures depicted different personalities and dominant characters, and they made entire studies out of it. I also love Venetian masks. I’ve made a habit out of collecting them and studying them. I’ve learnt which colours were used most often and why and what characters they represented because at a masquerade it was your visual colours that mattered not you personality colour… For example, modern ones use a lot of gold and silver, but traditionally those are two colours to use very sparingly. They both symbolize restlessness, mistrust, greed (how unexpected) and pompousness…

Not that you asked to know…

Oh and some more news: This blog reached a top of 10 views today. Half of which were just to the home page. I can count about 4 of them… at the most. So I wonder who my mystery readers are.

Well whoever you are, I hope you enjoy.

Adieu my readers, Adieu!

The World is FULL of music… if you know where to look…

Why hello there audience…

Ok so I promised a post about music… So this post is dedicated to songs that the average person just doesn’t hear everyday, anymore I have everything from Beethoven to Broadway… and everything in between…

Well… not quite, see I already can’t lie to you guys… Anywayzzzz, my sister and I tend to be pretty similar, we are the best of friends, but even better because we live together and are together like CONSTANTLY!!! (thats actually the title to a song we both had stuck in our heads…) and though we both LOVE almost every genre of music, from rock to metal to death metal, neither of us tends to sing it in our head… In my mind, the mind has to be reserved for singing songs that can be beautiful with just a single voice… Like one of the songs I’ll have mentioned by the end, which actually comes from one of my favourite movies of all time…

So lets just start at the beginning…

I was at the breakfast table this morning humming a song while crunching my cereal. It was driving me crazy and I’d only been up for about five minutes. You see, I’m very bad with words… and names… and numbers… to get to the point, I can not remember lyrics or singers or band names or song titles… ever… ever ever ever… and it sucks…  I can only remember the melodies and harmonies…

Now this is one of the rare areas where my sister and I differ. See, she can only ever remember lyrics… (though she is sometimes off when she sings them…). so when we are together, and have the same songs stuck in our heads (which is most of the time) together we have the whole song…

By now you are probably wondering why I’m saying today was any different if we tend to think alike when it comes to music (among other things).  So while it was driving me crazy that I couldn’t figure out where the song was from, my sister comes bounding down the stairs hollering the words… (ouch!!- not what you want first thing on a Monday morning!) When she paused for breath I managed to squeeze in a quick “where’s it from?” before humming along the next verse… her reply was the weirdest thing…

The song was called “the best of friends”. As you can assume, the lyrics are annoyingly sweet… and here’s why (I found this out later for you my dear patient readers) it was from the Disney movie “The Fox and the Hound!” I never would have guessed that I’d remember the songs, cause I can’t remember the plot at all! (never liked that one much- doesn’t the fox die? That’s probably why).

So my sis and I really are the best of friends after all… hmmm

So that one was solved. But then I get to school and in fourth period maths my friend starts singing Beethoven’s  9th symphony, the infamous Ode to Joy. She didn’t even know who it was by, and though I did, I hadn’t thought much of the song  since I’d given up piano. It felt very odd to realize I had pushed the song to the back of my head… I’m just glad to have it back. Mind you along with number 9 also came 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 and 8… that’s a head ache I REALLY didn’t need in the middle of maths… (below is a link to a version of excerpts with German singing and English subtitles- enjoy)

Then we had English.  We are watching “The Colour Purple”, a superb movie and book which I sincerely suggest to anyone interested in excellent directing and writing… not to mention a great (if sad) story and wonderful acting!  Back to the point! The movie is full of different music. A lot of more gospel type, and more traditional blues and rag time. I personally have always been a fan of rag time music… there’s something about it that just makes you want to get up and dance. Actually It’s not all that fair of me to say that – just about any good music can make me want to dance… You can watch the whole movie on Youtube in 15 parts, or find the book at any self respecting book shop or library

Lunch was also another interesting moment… I mentioned to a friend how I was having and amusingly musical remembrance day… and she whipped out her ipod and stuck her earphone into my ear on a song I hadn’t thought of since the last time my mom was humming it… probably just a couple of days ago… It was “The Heart Asks Pleasure First” by Michael Nyman. Its one of the most beautiful songs ever written for piano and was from the original soundtrack which Mr. Nyman wrote for “The Piano” another excelent movie. I absolutely love the song, and wouldn’t give the i-pod back to my friend until I had listened to it about … 20 times. Sorry I know its selfish of me, but when it comes to music- I cant resist. (below is a link to youtube of the part this song is featured in the movie. I love it, but it does creep me out a bit… the way the camera comes out from the floor… jsut watch and bask in the glory of excelent music… we should all try to this as often as possible).

Anyways, the next song came after school. I was staying late at school for a musical theater workshop. This year we are working on a Broadway dance “ONE” I had done this song with my school choir YEARS ago, but never danced to it. I can say, it’s very fiddly, even for me… so many parts are so similar that its hard to kee track of where you are with the music, let alone trying to practice without. And whats more, I have to SING while dancing. Ok I’ve done it before (last year we did “LIFE IS A CABARET” which I loved) but this year the dance is much faster, and in the early summer heat its hard to keep your breath…

Well folks, I ought to be out. Tuesdays are long days for me and my sister… and everyone wish good luck to my oldest brother who is starting his examinations tomorrow!!! I wont be writing tomorrow, but hopefully Wednesday is a go…

Over and Out

Ella Rose