Weekend

I went to NYC Animefest this weekend =D Lots of adorable & awsome merchandise to buy, show screenings, contests, autograph signings/give aways, demonstrations, and coslaying (Costumes) Its like Halloween in there, but more intense XD My friends and I dressed up & enjoyed ourselves BUT wayyy too many ppl try to cosplay when there are 100's of pounds over the limit of the scantily clothed outfits they are wearing *shudder*. And on the train back there was this sharp clicking noise, turns out some old guy was clipping his nails, and some drunk Yankee fan fresh from the game comments on it...well it was more like an angry ass accusation with a Jersey accent. He shouts that the man is 50 years old, wtf is wrong with him, again and again till the old guy says STFU XD Then the drunk guy says I BET THIS GUY IS GONNA CLIP HIS TOENAILS NEXT, yells it to the entire trainseat audience (To which i am laughing over, even though this fight is totally serious) followed by a barrage of cursing and the conductor stopping them. It was like one of those rediculous moments on TV that you never think someone would be dumb enough to do in real life. But really who the flip clips their nails and lets them fly to hit a gong in front of ppl XD so nasty. Okay back to seriously blogging like, next week, its just hard to 100pct post intense content & I have new Flickr Photos up (yay)

The Scab Man

Going to court today, got a traffic ticket I’m nervous, and a little scared
My mom leaves so I’m lonely but there are nice people willing to talk to me
A cop shows up, he looks badass, with a full head of graying hair except for a pinprick of a bald spot…the hair gathers around it like a weather forecast picture of a hurricane, the baldness being the eye of the storm. Oh man a fat lady came up to the stand and her drape like dress is wedged in her butt…EW
Some gangster Spanish guy with a tattoo pleads guilty, he has a right to an attorney, and he hit someone with his buff tattooed arm and ended up in court. Meanwhile I spot an attorney I’d like to call pasta head because his hair looks like a toupee but its not, and from far away it’s the well groomed rectangle mane of a Spartan horse. The cop orders people to shut up and put away their cell phones…like that will happen…some girl is texting in front of me but you won’t notice her. When I grow up I’d like long flowing silver hair like Inuyasha, some old lady has it in this pew, her face is racooned over with eyeliner but her hair wins the Pantene Pro V commercial for grannies award. And then there’s this old man who just stationed himself next to me, in his fifties maybe, balding a bit, with cheap sporty shorts on and a faded green shirt. Id bet $10 that he was the worst dressed in the room, except for some Q ball guy wearing a tank top….not pretty. IF you’ve ever heard (or looked up on YouTube) a song called The Scat Man, you should, because in my peripheral vision I see this dude picking a scar from his crinkly hand… or dry skin, but it fluttered down like sakura petal dandruff off his epidermis. To the tune of that song I shall call him The Scab Man!~ Sadly, later on I see his finger near his face, picking who knows what this time…I think his nose and then a crablike clamp and flick gesture. Dude, gross. Thanks be to God when I was called up, paid a minor fine and left. I will never know his name but I forgot to look at him one last time, this Scab Man of mine. Undoubtedly one of the most productive things he’s done is being the topic of my largest blog post to date…so he’s worth around 2...3...points? I might not ever see him again, I don’t want to, but when I see a Hobo on the street you sure as hell know I will think of him.


The video mentioned

Internal Struggle (written after I read a book)

A petty argument suddenly gone bad
a yell, a thud, a risen hand- the tears fall down
a rush of pain-not knowing if one can feel whole again
emotions flowing through my eyes and down my cheeks unsatisfied
another comes and stands blindly there, so unaware of my anguish and despair
a shuddering breath and the rhythmic flow of the pen
soft trembling full of self doubt, what is this life really all about?
As I stare at the page and watch my story unfold through watery eyes my soul grows old
I cant believe this happened to me….We seemed a happy family…And yet, we are...
why should I cry I mean its not enough to die, Yet maybe if I run away…then everything will be ok
but if I try it wont suffice- I’ll still be held in this tormenting vice-And now as my last tears start to dry I ask was it worth it to cry? But I won’t let the enemy win-for to do so would be a sin
I guess I will just move forward then and pray that this will never happen again.

Pokemon

A Pokemon Battle Scene Parody
Made w/paper, markers, "action figures" and Floss
By Ally and her Friend Sam XD

Flower Haiku

The foilage colors of
Red, Orange, Yellow and Green
The lava plume blooming

Life

The past is not the future
And the future is not the past
So live right here in the moment
And please try to make it last

A fraction of despair
A resemblance of a doubt
If you just try to move foward
You WILL achive salvation
And with your inner demons...
You will no longer bout

The past is not the future
And the future is not the past
So enjoy the fruits of life
And the challenges in which you'll pass

Love

Love is difficult to explain
And even harder to obtain
As you plant the seedlings within you
And watch the emotions bloom in your heart

grr

blogging from new cellphone.....and i really need a computer, anyway if anyone has a facebook look up alexandra feliciano and add me. kay thnxx

cooking

yesterday my friend and i made green tea icecream and homemade caramel, it was yum

Art Stuff

Woo! Art Education Major, and i just bought $70 worth of art supplies, hope its worth it XD
Just wondering, so you actually have to do the excersizes in each chapter, or write them down? Gotta join a club so i can make friends & not go home right away ^-^ *sips* Dunkin' Donuts Coolata's are like the epitomy of yum (& caffine and/or sugar shots) Kay buh bye *runs away

Ongoing Assessment