I have discovered many things about myself while at GHP. My 'competitive gland' is shrinking significantly, and I find myself just loving the differences within me. YAY! LoVING MYSELF. Occasionally I still loathe certain habits, such as my blogging, are rare as it may be.
So, the details of Governor's Honors are as follows:
The first day, move in is hell, followed by the second worse thing in your/my/anyone's GHP experience, das fire drill. Fire drill usually wakes you up in the middle of the night and it's horrible. This year it woke us up at midnight (big whoop, people still complained). The third worse thing is finding your way around the first day. And the fourth worse thing is ..."Who do I eat dinner with..?" In the case of those of us who were the sole GHP finalists from our schools. I am no social butterfly, but GHP is one of the few places where it's perfectly acceptable to sit with total strangers. "Hi, my name is Liz; I'm a visual arts major. What's your name and can I sit here?"
I've already said that about...130 times, roughly and realistically (except the can I sit here part). You meet a lot of people. The best feeling so far in GHP has been meeting that first person that seems to completely "get you". For me that person was my roommate, because I was really lucky. The second person was a German major named Thomas who DOES NOT HAVE A SOUTHERN ACCENT. XD I love the teachers here, as would anyone who meets them. There are three art teachers and roughly 1:15 teacher to student ration. Chris, Andy, and Clyde are the art teachers for GHP 2008.

My bed was lofted. Now it's not. That makes me EXTREMELY happy. You all have no idea.
My favorite thing about GHP so far, aside for the huge amounts of art I'm going to be doing is my minor. I'm a comm arts minor and took my first class with Stephanie. She's awesome and gave me the nickname Bobbette. XD I'm a psychopath and she can deal with that. We had the UNDEAD class this week which was about zombies and vampires. HELL YES! GO BEN AND NOSFERATU! XD (look up Nosferatu, it's on google video). XD 84 minutes of pure slightly effiminate bliss. There are tons of seminars and fun things to do here aside from class (which is hella fun). Palms isn't the best food, but they serve us 2100 meals a day...so..
we don't expect Wolfgang Puck from them.
I don't have much more to say for now. I'm sick of sitting in the lab chair. ARGH!

And the living is eeeasy!
Fish are jumping
<s>And the cotton is high</s>
AND THEY'RE EATING MY FLEEESH.

okay..so my ichthyphobia is acting up again, but!
Other than that, things are swell. Tomorrow is my last day in Snellville, GA! I'll be at GHP for 6 weeks and that means LOTS OF ART WILL BE CREATED. I am excited enough to...well..
post a journal XD

I feel really good about GHP. Like..awesome...
But I am a schizophrenic who lies pathologically or something and I hate most people...
And that kind of has me down I know a lot of things; most people don't know a lot of things. I get bored talking about shoes and nailpolish, so I'm a jerk to a lot of people who think they like me. Girls (and one guy) I grew up with annoy me a lot now. I love my family. My mom, dad, and sister are awesome, even when they annoy me. They understand me, and even though my sister doesn't care that encaustic was used by the egyptians and greeks, she'll tell me she doesn't care, and move on to common grounds:
Humor. The best kind. The kind that would be ideal blackmail material if she were really the kind of girl that...talks only of nailpolish and shoes. My dad ...well..he's just funny and really talented. He can teach me a lot artistically, and he listens to my rants about encaustic He likes to learn from me, because I think learning from his kids brings him a huge sense of pride. THE FRUIT OF MY LOINS IS SOO SMART! or something like that...
My mom, I like cheering her up. I think, though, that she rather I don't rant about encaustic. We both like to read, so we have that in common. One thing I want to copy from my mom is, I want to tell my kids (if for some reason these people are ever conceived) lots of stories. It doesn't matter how stupid or insignificant they may seem...
My mom told me a straw could kill me in a tornado and that I should respect drinking straws...it was a beautiful moment. We still make fun of her for that. Also, if I didn't know her stories, she'd still be my hero...just it wouldn't be justified. My mom ran in front of a car to save her sister, was dragged for I don't know how long...she was left an invalid until she pushed herself to recovery. She was only a teenager; the woman who hit her escaped, and my mom still has pain from the accident that should have shattered her spine. She raised four kids, her brothers and sisters and she beat her evil cousin miriam into a bloody pulp because my mom has an aggressive sense of justice XD (don't worry, Miriam deserved it)

Anywho, my family isn't the problem. I just...don't like having these weird peripherals of my family think they're my friends. I don't care if they get married; I don't care if someone I don't know died (well, i can't! i don't know them!); I don't care if their baby said their first word...
Example..my parents have been Jehovah's Witnesses all my life..and most of theirs.
They were at the first Spanish congregation in GA. So the chances are, in every spanish congregation in GA, my parents know someone. OR they know someone who knows someone who knows them.
Point is...no matter where I go in the spanish circuit, people will go up to them and say stuff like...Ohhhh, is this your daughter? Then, they'll turn to me and say...I've known your parents for yearrs!
I always feel like saying.."oh yeah? what's my mom's favorite color? what perfume does she wear? Who's dad's favorite actress? You should know..you've known them for yeeears...longer than me!"
But..I don't cuz that would be verging on rude (more like skydiving off Rude and venturing into the realm of psychotic)..
They're just people who don't think, and more importantly don't really know my parents.
And that's my point. (or is it another point...i dunno) I don't know them, they don't know me (or even who they claim to know) ...so since neither of us know each other..
Don't we typically call that "strangers"
Yep..they're strangers. And...most of the time they're strangers I don't like.
The people who "know" us, like the Pinedas ...they're like family to me and of course I love them. They saw ME grow up..not just saw me be born and then recognized my parents 18 years later.

Wait..was that a rant?! OMG! YES! i'm capable of rantage!

wow...has it really been two years since "the omen" came out...
I never saw it..but i remember they used the biggest ploy in their reach. THE RELEASE DATE!
6-6-06
Well...i guess it's been two years. Time flies and I think it should stop...I don't feel like getting old. I feel like turning 21 and staying there forever
I think I'll just do that then.
*looks for fountain of youth*
okay..time for bed. I haven't slept since the morning of 6-5-08 niiiighty night!

I have lots of feelings lately. Feelings...what do you mean feelings, you ask?
Well, I'll tell you.
Yep...feelings. I feel too much! I am used to have numb jabs of this or that,..I'm not completely inhuman. But! I have wanted to cry lately. I actually....was on the verge of tears today. I don't know what that was about. Money problems, health problems, life problems, school problems, etc, etc. But, I've always had all those problems! I never FELT before! WTF! It's not like anyone died. Wait...someone did die. Todd died, but that wouldn't make me cry.

I want time to myself. Right now I am "to myself" but I'm waiting on not being to myself. My baby is about to have me call him back. I had my alone time for today, so it's a good thing I'll be talking to him later, but...I am trying to decide if I want time alone because I have so many art ideas...or if I'm looking for time alone, because I miss myself.
I hope it's the first one, because I'm going to be living with a bunch of people over the summer at GHP, and I can't have a fit of hermitosis over there. I am really excited about the experience, so I hope my brain doesn't ruin it for me

There are a few friends, in particular, that I can be around even when I want to be "alone" and I feel awesome. I told Derek that I can be around them all the time, and I think he took offense to it...
But, well...that's exactly why he's not included among the elite i can always be around...
He gets offended
Everyone knows I love him. I just hate drama, and he likes it or something. I don't know. I'll shut up about that.

I love the smell of spring. The plants get hot and open up their stomata, letting out the smell of spring. It's delicious. It makes me feel awesome..like GET A LOAD OF THOSE OPEN STOMATA!

So, if there are plants where you live, and a reasonably low pollen count, take a big wiff of spring. It's like flying. That's actually how I kept myself from crying today. I remembered that smell. Why that worked...well, no clue. But it did

Yeah...cars aren't meant to last forever; this is true. However, ideally, a car should be dependable..it should get you from a to b and back. For years now, my family has been very lucky to have at least 1 vehicle to get us from a to b, c, d, e, f, and g, and back safely. However, cars deteriorate and age..just like people. My mom's van seems to have finally kicked the bucked after 210k + miles..and my dad's $250 car decided to follow suit the same week. Now, without public transport to school...I wonder what we're going to do. If we had the money to buy a new car, we would have done so thousands of miles ago. Are we going to have to pull money out of thin air?...I guess so. Yay! Magic. Oh welllll. Life is that...pulling something out of nothing, constantly. All I know is..if we somehow find the means to buy a car...It'll be a Hyundai. DUH.

MY ART IS UP! A lot of it anyway Thanks to and her maahhvalous camera of dooom, I now have my ginormous art on the INTERWEB> ^_^. Of course now comes the fun part..
people seeing it! Go..and do that. Please! *is needy*