Paint Fumes Make You Sick

So yours truly shall be creating his first mural this week!

I've been planning for this for quite some time now (sorta kinda), and now it's actually time to put it together! I admit, I've had countless ideas for this mural, but I think I'm finally coming down to a decision.

I've been tasked by my drama teacher to paint a new mural to go over an old one we have up by the room.

Editor's Note:
The old mural was created by students who were at the "top" of their "game." To be honest with you, what game was this? Go Fish? It's a rather -ahem- unpleasant mural to look at right now. Practically, it is a hodge-podge of random images than are not remotely related to theatre. It looks like a paintball arena.

Anyways, as you can tell, I'm fairly picky about good art. If I don't like it, then I don't like it. If I like it, then I like it. So, with my piece, I've got to make sure that it is something that I will like as well!

Many ideas ran through my head for a while; mainly because it was empty, or maybe because I just didn't know which direction to go with for this one.

My first idea involved cutting up pieces of plywood and making some kind of super-polygon on the wall. This super-polygon would rule all other polygons (especially those squares. What a bunch of crazies) and it would be full of every colour imaginable! If your name was Joseph, you could wear it as your coat!

 

Then I had an idea of making a vector-style mural - a method that uses solid colours. It would be the easiest one to make, considering that I'll be grabbing some of my friends to help me out. The current mural is done like that, and its pretty hard to get a good-looking one without it looking like a number colouring book.

I might use elements of it, but I gotta make sure its not too much!

On second thought, I think I should just make a mural of Barney.

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UPDATE!!!

Oh noes! I have been ill *cough cough*

I had this specific week to work on the mural, but I descended into a debilitating fever that completely reduced my hit points to non-existent values. Because of that, I've had no time to make a final game plan or gather the copious amounts of paint and supplies that I need!

Very.

Instead of spending some time to design the best mural I could imagine, I spent my days wrapping myself up in blankets, sleeping, waking up to extreme heat, removing the said blankets and sleeping once again. I must admit, though, my body had more temperature fluctuations than Calgary itself.

So basically, I'll have to put this mural on hold for a while (most likely until December!) For now, that hallway shall suffer the torment of that sub-par mural currently taking its place on a wall by the drama room.

Shed your tears, people, shed your tears.

Places

So this year full of the ups and downs of high school has come to an end...

It's a very bitter-sweet experience for me (a little more bitter for reasons that I can blabber about afterwards). I mean, it's the end of high school (yay) and I should be as happy as a kid in a candy store (and I am) but the end has a lot of implications that go along with it.

One:
I can't make things up anymore.
Yeah, I totally can't! I am now without my precious Improv Team and that countless hours of pure, unadulterated hilarity that would ensue from the most innocent things. Admittedly, I was a part of that steady flow of immaturity in our school. Sometimes I felt like I was back in elementary school - not that there was anything wrong with that!

If you never did this, you are losing out (or you're dumb)

Despite the craziness and the lack of numbers/participants, the team had a very successful year! I think I only realized that a smaller team was perfect later on, because we practically performed like a real team when that was the case! I still (and always will) remember the Bucket Game, the ridiculous rhymes of Kick It, the laugh-fest that were our shows and, of course, our "Christmas Carol" re-enactment! I've never been happier leading a team of crazy carnies who will probably end up in a mental asylum (myself included).

But the best part of Improv was bringing smiles to people's faces. Undoubtedly, our work could brighten up anyone's day, including my improv teammates as well. That, in itself, is such a rewarding experience! Happiness was practically contagious during those days, like the opposite of a cold or E.coli or something.

Laughter is the best medicine, after all!

Improv was a blast. I am incredibly happy to have been a part of it for all three of my high school years, and leading an awesome troupe in the last of them!

Anyways, here's the next result caused by the end of my high school life:
Too much free time!
Yup, I know! Free time is good, but too much of it can seem to be too boring. I mean, all year, I've been busy after school with projects, shows, rehearsals and everything else in between, and a lot of it was pure fun! But now, with summer rolling in, I'll be burned to a crisp by the intense, dry heat. I will continuously chug down oceans of iced tea. My electric fan will be stuck on max power every day and every night. I will have too much time! I will be utterly confuse as how I can engage myself in the hours of weather-torture that comes with summer. What shall I do...

Uguu~

I don't know what I'll do just yet. I might work. I might paint. I might write journal entries. I might look for Gadhafi. Whatever it is, I'll make sure to document it here (it's about time that I get this blog back on its feet!) One thing I will do, though, is spend as much time as I can with my friends this summer before we all head out to our separate ways. We've got to make more memories, because those will last a life time. But we've got to do it fast! Summer will be done before you know it and it'll all be gone like a stick of butter on a hot August day.

Speaking of which, the end of high school brings this as well:

The possibilities of the future.
Yup, I went there. Cheesy stuff, eh? I'm like freakin' fondue:

Anyways, that statement is true. There are so many things ahead of me, I just don't know where to begin! Admittedly, I was like that a few months ago, but 1000x worse! It was a shame: I had more meltdowns than a nuclear power plant (too soon?) Back then, I was a mess. That explains the lack of blog posts, so sorry about that!

Gladly, I got my shit together and I turned around and headed in a better direction, thanks to everyone around me. My tens, elevens and twelves helped me learn to embrace people again.

My tens showed me what it is like to have a greatly positive outlook towards everything and everyone. I learned from them the simplest and most basic lesson of life: think positively.

My elevens showed me growth and all the inspiration that I had back when I was in that place. They made me remember back when new experiences sparked a passion inside of you, and so I chose to pursue that passion.

And my twelves showed me unity and support. We were a unit, and none of us could have gotten that far without one another. That's why it's so hard to leave it all behind, but we've all got to move forward now!

One thing they all have in common is that they are all my friends - they all made a difference in my life.

I know that, despite a great outlook, there will be some moments of darkness in the future. Those moments may seem overwhelming, so you do whatever you can to cope with it. You might cry or you might bottle it all up inside. You might lie in your bed endlessly, or you might eat a bucket of Haagen Dazs endlessly. You might call a friend, or you might simply sit alone.

Whatever you do, I hope you can get out of it like I did. It took a lot to drag me out of the depths of whatever I was in...

...and sometimes, a little bit of light is enough to lift you up and take you to all of the places you are meant to be.