The Battle of the Centaurs and Lapiths
Today, at the home of Michelangelo Buonarotti, I got to see this lovely marble sculpture, as well as the Madonna on the Stairs. It was incredible. It amazes me to think of how young Michelangelo was when he carved these two pieces. Nowadays, it doesn’t seem like people at the age of 15 or 16 just go and carve amazing sculptures out of marble. I wish I lived in Michelangelo’s time, when things seemed so much simpler.
I’m really enjoying the work I’m creating right now, and it’s not like me to say that. I usually think my work is just alright, but this project I’m working on now, it comes from a place a little deeper. I think I’m enjoying it more because it’s all about expression. I feel like things happen in life and I can use them to make great things come out of it. Everything truly does happen for a reason, it’s just a matter of finding it in there somewhere.
“You punch me, I punch back. I do not believe it’s good for ones self-respect to be a punching bag.”
Do you ever get to a point where you want to change things about your life? Things that you want to be different? I think I’m there! Good? Bad? You’ll never know! muahahahaha
“Mumford are the only people who sound like Mumford so obviously it’s Mumford”
I just witnessed the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s an incredibly windy, cold night tonight. I went for a walk, which wasn’t the best idea because I’m sick, but I’m glad I did. I was walking all over, not paying attention to where I was or anything. I was listening to my iPod and letting my legs take me wherever I would go. A huge flock of birds flew over my head and all perched in a tree, then another flock, then another flock, and another, then a couple birds here and there, and another flock, and 2 lonely birds at the very end. It was like all of the birds in Florence got together to stay warm, and wait out this weather.
I wish I was a bird
Today, I was doing a photo project for school. It’s a series of portraits, and they all have one thing in common. I don’t want to give away too much. So, because of this project, I decided ‘hey, I’ll put paint all over my face and in my hair, no biggie.’ Well, was I ever wrong. I had a shower and scrubbed my face, the paint came off, not easily, but it did. With my hair though, that’s a different story. I knew I should scrub it so it comes out, so I did, I scrubbed a lot. Then I put my hair in a towel and decided to go clean up and start getting ready. I took my hair out of the towel a bit later and OH NO, I still saw paint. I then washed my hair in the sink, and used a different kind of shampoo and conditioner because I thought it would be better for getting it out. Well, after wash number two, it’s still in there. Apparently not such a good idea :P haha
So true <3
I just had one of the best days I’ve had here in Florence in a really long time! With people I’ve only known for 5 months! I feel so good right now. Life is going so well, and things just keep working out. This never happens! I’m so lucky. Things all around are just at a really good place. Couldn’t ask for anything more.
I don’t know how, I don’t know why, and I don’t know when it happened, but it did. I feel different, like something changed. A good change.
After spending a weekend in Rome, I had no contact with anyone except those in my class. It was difficult to not be able to text my friends or family, but really not the end of the world. I got through the weekend just fine. I thought I would have a lot more trouble, but the days were so jam packed with museums and churches that my mind was very focused on art history related information, and my thoughts weren’t able to wander so much.
By the end of the weekend, I felt different than I did when I had arrived there. I can’t describe it. I’m trying to find the words and trying to be able to explain it so I can even understand myself, but I just can’t.
I feel good about myself and the world I’m living in. I feel like all the gaps have been filled. I feel stronger emotionally, and I really realize that everything is going well, and will continue to go well! Of course, I’m sure there will be some setbacks along the way. It’s difficult to avoid all of the bumps, but I feel like I’m better/more prepared to deal with them, and to be able to get through them.
When talking about this, it was said that I am like Charmander transforming into Charmeleon! The next step would be Charizard. I wonder what that entails…
I guess we’ll find out soon enough!
“I don’t have to learn that one because it’s mainly in Europe. It’s a pretty shrub though!”
I had a thought today
Good friends seem hard to come by lately. I can count on my hand the number of friends which I consider to be actual true friends. It’s really such a tragedy. I mean, isn’t it like even harder to find friends when you’re an adult?
I grew up going to one school from kindergarten to grade 7. One more year and I would have been the first group starting from kindergarten to graduate from that school. Tough luck. In grade 6 I moved and my parents drove me to that school since it was no longer in the area. That’s when everything changed. My friends who were always my best friends who I used to live in the same area with, were already becoming less and less of my friends, because of the distance. When you’re that young, it feels like you live so far away when in reality my new house was only about a 7 minute drive from my old one. Not far at all. Then, in grade 7, I moved again to a new place. I was asked by my mom to switch to the other school down the street from my house, literally a 2 minute walk. I wasn’t happy about it, but since my friends were already less of my friends, I went along with the idea. This house too worked out to bed like only 10 minutes from my old place. I got a cat out of it anyways.
I went to highschool at one place and the other people from my first elementary school went to a different high school. I had hoped that we may be reunited because people from that school used to be able to choose one high school or another, but, this year, this particular year, the rules changed. Just my luck. So I went on going to highschool, which I may add were the worst 4 years of my life. Could not wait to get out of that hell hole. During high school, we all became of age to drive, and of course we did, but I still never saw my old friends.
It’s funny to me how you go from being in a huge circle of friends, to only being able to count your good friends on one hand. I’m sure that’s not the case with everyone, but I do know that people lose touch over the years. For me, it happened super quickly.