In English class today, we were handed back an essay that we did two classes ago [two weeks]. The topic was about "Rock and Race", and considering that we had read some texts about this issue, one of them from Alice Walker and her short story, "1955", and Gaines poem, "Just Another Misunderstood Brother", a poem about the late Jimi Hendrix.

I did read the texts, but since this was like a pop-quiz/essay, I however didn't think that I would do so well when it was returned to me. To my utter shock, I had the highest grade in the entire class, and I was also tied with my friend, Tessa. The professor eve said that an 82% was the highest mark that he gave, and I so happened to get that mark.

What I thought was going to be a bad English class to end my day turned out to be one of the best moments in that day for me. I'm really happy that I got the mark, and I feel that I deserved it since I busted my ass writing it.

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I've done it! I've done it!

I have written my letter of intent!! Here it is. Tell me what you all think. OK? GO!
  
        I have always believed that there are more ways to life than just using one medium to express it. We all have more than one way to express ourselves. I am a Communications student at Vanier College, and my knowledge of art is vast by means of art history, digital design, drawing, painting and sculpture. I plan on taking more studio art related courses to broaden my horizon of techniques and creations that I already possess.

    I am one of the few in my family to have an artistic eye, therefore when I applied for the Communications program at Vanier I knew I was truly on the right stepping stones towards my goals. I have experience with using different mediums, such as: Adobe Photoshop and Illustrator, painting, drawing and sculpture using a wide variety of objects and materials. I do not focus on one thing, but many at once. It’s in me to tackle more than one project at the same time, because I welcome the challenge.

        I am applying for Concordia’s Studio Arts program because I know it’s the right path for me to choose. What I really like about this program is that it offers a grand variety of art courses using different techniques and mediums to satisfy my artistic hunger. The idea that I can study more than one medium is what strives me to become better than what I already am. Art is not a work nor is it a chore for me; it’s a passion that runs deep. My inspiration comes from all around me and beyond. I can be inspired by a certain passage from a novel, or by the shift of clouds during a turbulent thunder storm. If my inspiration were to take the form of a person, I would choose Hayao Miyazaki. His ideas that he brings to his characters and movies are the reason why I do art. His sense of good and evil change within his characters, and he gives them the liberty to choose which path to take, or his emphasis on the Earth’s fragility through messages of environmentalism have had a major impact on me. His idea of flight, and the idea that gravity is the invisible force to be stuck to one thing, but then to be liberated from gravity’s pull is what inspires me the most. Liberation from normalcy is what describes my work, since I do not focus solely on one medium, but experiment with many and combine them into one.

        I have many goals, one of them being that I wish to further my knowledge in the aspect of using studio art related mediums to convey what I want and what I feel.

     I have never wanted anything with such passion before, and I am excited and determined to be soon leaving this cocooned safety and venture into the artistic world. Being the first member to graduate onto university- I am confident I can take on the challenge and make my family proud,  and knowing that no one in my family has ever taken this leap before, here I am getting ready for my jump.

        Acceptance into the Studio Arts program is yet another step towards a nourishing experience for myself, and learning to use those skills outside of this safe haven.  I want to use what I already have and what I will gain to broadcast my message through all sorts of media that we encounter every single day.

    I am determined to walk this path, ready to express myself in all different ways possible, and to discover myself with each step that I take.

I said that I wouldn't but I did anyways: I got myself a Facebook account. I guess it's alright, since the people that I've added are friends from when I was in elementary school and in high school, and now that I don't see them anymore, it was kind of re-meeting them all over again, but in cyber space. I would deem Facebook a lot better than MySpace any day. But LiveJournal is still my web page, along with deviantArt.

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Before I loose myself with the pile of homework that I have surrounding me, I would like to take a few minutes to tell you all of my strong desire to get into the Studio Arts program at Concordia University. In all my life of schooling, wether it be in Secondary IV, when our teachers were asking us what we wanted to do once we got to college, or when our college professors were asking us what we wanted to do outside of school, once we were all settled into the university life. Myself, like so many others had no idea what I wanted to once I graduated from college, and that worried me greatly since I wouldn't have a place in this world to call my own. I was worried that if I didn't have any sort of drive, I would loose all inspiration just to go to school and earn my education. But that all changed, since the beginning of my second semester. I had figured out what I wanted to do, and had been striving desperately to get it.

I have never wanted something so badly in my life, and something that would ensure my future and make a name for myself amongst all the blue suits and brief cases. First off, I did not want to work for a corporation that made people all the same, because in real life, we aren't the same. We come in all shapes and sizes and with thoughts of our own, even if at times we're not allowed to speak them. I would not and will not become one of the same as everyone else when they grow up. I do not want that for my life style. Because my world is in colour, not in monochrome.

Now, here I am in my second year and in my third semester, writing out my letter of intent, hoping against hope that when the time comes for me to send it in, that I can be accepted in the program that I really want to get in. I know for a fact that the road to my goal will be paved with bumps and ditches, but I will be damned if that stops me in any way, shape or form. I'm even contemplating on not taking a year off after I graduate from college. This drive is my main inspiration to keep going. In short time, I will have been the first member of my family to have ever gone to university. This scares me, since no one in my family has taken this leap in their lifetime, and here I am getting ready for my jump. I guess the worst they can do is decline me, for whatever reason, but I still intend to not let that happen. I've worked too hard for this to just slip away from me. I will not be holding onto falling sand in the end when the time comes. When the time comes, I will be holding on to my tools of the trade and exchanging my attention for knowledge that I will keep with me until the end of time.

To everyone out there who has a dream they want accomplished, be damn sure that it's what you really want. You'll be in a load of trouble if it isn't.

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The idea that this is the third week of school, and I'm being bombarded with homework that can weigh at least a ton is being dumped on me. Not even the fourth week and I have essays and projects coming out of every crevice in my body. As I describe this, I feel like I'm inside an exhibit, on display for the world to see what the inside of me looks like.

The Homework List:

One letter of intent [ a draft copy, and I have to send it to my proof-reader.]
Five drawings of my left hand [ we have to use our opposite hand to draw]
French assignments and test due next week
English essay on the short story " The Jimi Hendrix Experience" [500 words]

But I welcome the challenge. I can at least say that my classes are fun, and that I enjoy them. Even French isn't that bad since the teacher's teaching methods are quite simple, and easy to learn, making the class, as tired as everyone is, more fun and pass by fast.

In any case, I'll get back to my fan fiction that I was reading... I know I should be doing my homework, but I am thankful that for this weekend, I'm finishing early during my work hours. I'm just dreading on Sunday when I have to start at 6:00 AM, and I have to get up at least an hour before hand since it takes me forever to just get out of bed. I have a feeling that it's still going to be dark when I wake up.

For the most part, I wish you all a wonderful semester, and hope that you all find a way to cope with school and work at the same time. For those who have to work, that is. I'll leave you all tonight with my good luck's to you all.

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Well, managed to finish all of my homework [YAY!!], so now, I'll go get washed up since I'm covered in Willow Charcoal, and then it's off to bed, 'cuz I've got to get up bright and early tomorrow.

I wish everyone a good night, and sweet dreams.

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Again. You cannot stop me. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

I must be insane or really bored to post like three times in one day. Normally I would settle for one, but I haven't the faintest idea of what's coming over me lately. I thought two posts per day was pushing it, but I was dead wrong.

Consider me to be utterly mad since it's a term that's not used too often, and it makes me smile whenever I say it. I don't know why, but insanity really intrigues me beyond the brink. I think it's boredom settling inside my brain and making me lazy.

But I guess I can't complain, since, as I stated in my last post that I had homework to do, most of it's done, so I can chance a few moments in the non-reality of my life. Too bad that my visits are beginning to be very few nowadays. I miss my leisure days. Where did they go? I know, school and work took them away. Blast you, system.

I shake my fist angrily at you. I hope you cower ans shit your pants when I'm done school, because you'll be begging for mercy. And once that happens, the world with fall into a pit of only leisure time. No more work; only play. Huzzah!

I appoint myself as Queen of the World in my world. Although being a queen will be too stressful, I'll settle for a commoner who has magical powers to control the wind and sky and make a tornado of crows so that I can walk on them whenever I fall into an abyss. It's an occurring dream that I've been having lately, I don't know why, but I really like it.

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I know I should be doing my homework, but I have this insatiable need to delved into the world of the non-reality. Posting is one of them... I am enigmatic and quixotic.

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I tried to fix the comment box's background colour, but it failed fantastically. I'm sorry for those who comment my journal entries, and the font and background is white, disabling to see what you write. But it seems that you might have to highlight the text before posting, just to make sure that there aren't any spelling mistakes. That always helps me when I'm replying back to your comments.

Once again, I am sorry for this inconvenience, but I don't want to change my journal for this. I'm really sorry. TT.TT

I just couldn't resist the urge to update once more, but this update is at least a day after than the other ones. In any case, I'm still trying to figure out how I can change the comment box's background colour since the font it white, which makes it ridiculously easy to make spelling errors. I'll try to fix that ASAP.

In other news, I once again updated my profile page... I hope this time I am at least satisfied with it, hopefully for a while. In any case, there isn't much to update since I am slightly pressed for time. I have English class in less than an hour, and there's some sort of text that I should have read, but didn't. I normally do all my homework, but it's really easy for me to get distracted. I just hope that the teacher won't assign an in-class assignment for us to work on, because I'll have absolutely no idea what it will be about since I didn't read anything.

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PS: I'm really happy that's it's raining today.

I just can't seem to get over how simplistic and clean my online journal is... I should stop and resume doing my homework, but I can't!! Two entries in one day, Kuku. I'm on a roll.

I forgot the list the stuff that I bought at Omer deSerres on Saturday. Over $80.00 worth of art supplies, and everything was on sale.

A Portfolio 24x36x3
A Sketch Book
One Case of Watercoloured Pencils (36 + a paint brush.)
Two Boxes of Willow Charcol
Two Black Magic stencils (For my brother since I wanted to get him something.)
A Kukuxumusu notebook (Now you all know where my name comes from... The drawings are so adorable.)
One Package of Sketch Paper (100 Sheets)
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$80.00 or so.

But I'm really happy with my purchase. Had there been no sale, I would have spent close to $200.00 on all the supplies that I bought.

Now...

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Seriously.

With much work to be done for school and whatnot... It doesn't help the fact that I keep putting it off until I'm desperately desperate. But that won't stop me. I've finally managed to make a journal that I actually like... As you can all see I'm more of the simplistic people who enjoy things as minimal as possible, with the exception of some of my work. But enough about that. This wasn't my topic to post about anyways. Here goes...

My friend and I were walking home from school today, and we've decided since the semester started that we would take the route less traveled, or in our case, less traffic riddled. Even though we are walking and managing to bypass all the commotion that goes on those crazy streets, it's still nice to just walk around it and enjoy a stroll home without debris and smoke flying every due to late construction.

So, we're taking our usual route in the back streets where there are nice houses and yards to look at while you're walking. Not to mention that some of the houses that we pass by have amazing quality... Mind you, our taste can be different than yours, but we found somethings that we liked and didn't like on the houses that we saw.

We're coming close to the street where we have to cross and then we can walk through the park and still bypass all the traffic and construction, but before we do, there's this house with light blue window ans door shutters (do they still make those?), and on the green-clad steps is a squirrel lying on its front. My friend is the first to point this out, and she asks me if it's real, and then I imply that it could be dead, in which we hope it isn't. Squirrels are nice... When you put enough distance between you and them. We stare at it, thinking that it's dead, then all of a sudden it gets up and bolts up a tree.

Now, you could be thinking that it may have been sad and weird to see this, but in our case, we had just came back from school, and both of us being in Vanier's art program, Communications: Art, Media and Theatre, also coming out of our Portfolio class where we were talking about different critiques from different works, one where a girl closed herself in a box, from our knowledge, for 14 minutes and 32 seconds, and got up and walked away with her box. You could almost say that it was performance art... The same situation could be said for our squirrel friend here.

I find that it's just more interesting that way. So does my friend. In any case, the performance of the squirrel was brilliant, and if you think that I'm a mad person, then by all means call me by such, but my friend and I would like to cited as utterly mad when you sign our asylum papers. If it's not too much trouble. I hear that you get $40.00 and a free toaster if you send mad or crazy people to The Douglas. $40.00 doesn't seem much, but it's always good to have a toaster.

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I said that I would update this once I started school... It's been a week and I haven't. I almost feel somewhat guilty, and it's still my fault, but I guess I never got around to it. Even though I come here to check all my mail, and I could have clicked that button that says Post, but I didn't.

In any case, all's well here. As you may know, starting on Tuesday will be my second week starting my second and hopefully last year at college. This semester being the hardest, for now, since I have Portfolio... If your an artist you'll know what that means. Oh yeah. But, I'll be able to get through this semester with a slight more ease since one of my best friends is in practically all of my classes. We call our Portfolio class the Doom Class. We think that's an appropriate name.

Well, there you have it. My little update of what's going on in my life. One less thing to do for now... Or for the next week or so.

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I have encountered once more, the feeling that I get when I go shopping for clothes. I loathe it. I despise every moment of it. I wish that I didn't go shopping today... But it couldn't be helped, as I needed a new bag for school. Like I need for every year that goes by. *Sigh*.

I wouldn't mind shopping for books and supplies... Because you don't need to try those on to see it they fit you. You don't need to go back and forth from clothing rack to changing room each time you find something. It gets annoying when you say:

"Oh, but it's too expensive, but I want to try it on anyways."

"I don't like the feel of the material. It makes me feel weird and uncomfortable."

And my personal favourite...

"Fuck this, I'm going home."

... 

Need I say more of my day?

And if you plan on going shopping for clothes, especially in Montreal... Bring lots of money with you. Cashiers love when you hand them cash, debit cards or credit cards. They get irritated when you show them a gift certificate or any card that allows you half price.

Why can't I be a book?

I can't wait for school to start. This summer has been nothing but a tidal wave of boredom. Sure there were a few things here and there that quirked it up a bit, but overall it was dull. I can't remember being this bored since I had to wait in the Emergency Room to get my tonsils removed. That was years ago. Not to mention that my brother is here with me each day, whenever I don't have work. It's not boring when he's around, since he likes to go out with his friends and whatnot. It just gets really irritating because he's a spoiled brat and I just want to beat him senseless sometimes. Have you ever heard the phrase: "You can't always get what you want."? Well then, this saying doesn't apply to my brother. He wants something, he either gets is the same day or the following day. When I want something, I have to wait a couple weeks, maybe years to get it. It must feel good to not have responsibilities. I wouldn't know since I've had them since I was six years old.

With so many days with nothing to do, I get lazy. I can't stand being lazy. Some people manage to pull it off nicely, and then it bites you in the ass later on. My inspiration to draw is being sapped as we speak. My interest to read is being taken away as the days pass on. Cleaning is becoming bothersome. [I like to clean. I find that it gives me discipline and something to do when I'm frustrated or just really bored.] Even sleep is becoming something that seems uninteresting.

I guess I'm not used to having a summer that's so long. Two months and we're back at school. But with college... It seems like forever...

Just so's you know... I'm still alive, and kickin' Yo.

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Just came back from Youtube, and was watching my subscriptions, and there's a new Final Fantasy game coming out. It's called Final Fantasy Dissidia, and I just finished watching the trailer about twice now, and ZOMG!! Sephiroth looks bad-ass and freakin' hot as ever... I have this desirable urge to just play with my Sephiroth action figure and make him do naughty things. It doesn't help that I also have Vincent Valentine and Tifa Lockheart as well, but I like to pair those two up and make them play house.

In any case, I am eagerly awaiting when the game comes out in Canada, or I can just go to Platsburg and by it there from Best Buy. Either way, I am more than thrilled to have my PSP with me. Which reminds me, I've been too hooked up on The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass that I haven't yet played my Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII game yet. I only got that game so I could oggle at Sephiroth and oggle at Tifa, even though she has a minor part in the game itself, and then watch Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children again, so that I could oggle at Sephiroth, Tifa and Vincent at the same time. Goodness... I'm horrible. ; )

As for the game itself, and I'm pretty sure that most of you have seen the trailer, because whatever Sqaure-Enix does never goes unnoticed. I'm thinking that once my next paycheck comes in, since Otakuthon is this weekend *squeals*, that I might head over to EB Games and find out when the date Final Fantasy Dissidia comes out, and then buy Final Fantasy III for my Nintendo DS Lite. Given that I have enough money, considering that I have to start saving for school, and save up for the Anime North 2009 trip that my friends and I are planning for our graduation trip, which is in a year. College goes by too fast, and University is too expensive. Bah!!

If you're all interested in the game that I've mentioned, here's the trailer so that you don't have to open up a new tab and watch it. Enjoy.

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I'm so happy that Mother Nature decided that Montreal should get rain for the next couple of days. While my mom and brother were on vacation, it was nothing but hot and humid, and I actually went to the water slides with my friends. I managed to convince one of them to come with me and my other friend. It was fun, we rode on the tornado. Which reminds me, I've always wanted to know if you can actually ride a real tornado. No doubt that immediate death ensures, but wouldn't it be cool? I think tornadoes are really pretty, as seen from a far away distance: they're these vortexes of wind that spin non-stop and that rip everything out of the ground that's in its way. I find them to be very beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

Maelstroms are also cool, although I have never seen one, and if I did, they were in movies. Particularly movies that involve pirates. =^^= Going back to the main topic, I am so glad that it's raining. Now all the humidity and smog is all gone and the air is crisp and cool. I can actually breath easier now and sleep better at night time without having to break into a sweat in less than five minutes while I'm sleeping. It doesn't do well with me when it's humid and I can't sleep and I have to get up at six o'clock in the morning for work. The leave work in the afternoon where it's even hotter than before. Repeat the process all over again. But since Mother Nature decided that we've suffered enough, she's letting us off the hook, for now.

Mind you, this is all the work of Global Warming and we humans are the ones solely to blame for this.

And now for Kukuxumusuu's weird dreams. Featuring Kukuxumusuu and her weird dreams.

- I had a dream where I was living inside my dream home [I won't post the details now since it'll be too much and I'll get arthritis from typing too much]. And along with my dream home I have this huge field out back where I have enough room to have a farm and grow sunflowers and corn to feed the world twice over. Anyways, in my gargantuan field, I have three wind propellers that you see when you travel via any highway in farm fields, and these propellers are moving simultaneously and all I can hear is the wind whooshing through the propellers and the trees that I've planted out back.

And what's a dream without flying whales, eh? So I had those too, along with fluffy white clouds that were around them in case they fell. And the sky was the clearest blue I had ever seen in my life, dream or otherwise. -

I think that was the weirdest dream I had ever had in the past month or so. And I'll probably end up forgetting it ever happened, unless I come back here and read it and then have another weird dream.

I'm also tempted to write a thesis that my belly button is a vortex of infinite space. I had a dream, which was yesterday, right after the wind one, where I was at LaRonde with my friends and one of my teachers from college was there. We didn't go with him, we just randomly bumped into each other while waiting to go on the Goliath. I was telling my friends about my theory of my belly button and then my teacher tells me that he read it and told me that it was really convincing, although it would never see the light of day if I were to try and publish it. Behind us were people waiting to go on the ride, and since the line is really crazy long, in my dream and in real life, people were praising me for my originality and my supposed genius. I told them that would be impossible, the originality I have down pact, but the genius part no so much since I have spaghetti logic. And I didn't realize until recently that the people behind us were Twiggy Ramirez, Evan Rachel Wood and Marilyn Manson.

I seriously need a cranium examination.

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