Mating, Dating, and Masking

Hello!

So I'm not sure why, but I like holding with this whole "graphics" theme I have going here. But before I dive into this next story I have, let me explain to you a little about my graphics class, because I feel like it is essential to you understanding my story.

So my graphics class is an extension of my last year's Visual Communications class, which means I could only get into this class if I passed THAT class, which I thankfully did. In these said classes, we learn the basics of using programs such as Adobe Illustrator, Photoshop, Acrobat, and Soundbooth. It's awesome because we're not gluing our eyes to the computer screen for forty minutes. The graphics room is so huge, with so many areas and many things to do, it's just awesome. Our teacher makes it all worth it as well. He's one of those guys that actually has a personality and bonds with his students. He loads with with a whole bunch of awesome projects to keep us busy and to keep our minds and hands at work.

Am I boring you yet? Good. I'll keep going. Some of the projects include printing t-shirts, making vinyls (which are pretty much fancy license plates), working with professional cameras, editing pictures, and my favorite: learning new skills and making new friends. Now I know that sounds cheesy with the whole "making new friends" thing, but I have a serious, inspirational story that I hope you guys will take the time to read, for I feel that it will change your life forever (that was REALLY cheesy.)

So normally, I'm a REALLY guarded person, but I've found lately that it is WAY too hard to live like that. Once I learn to let my guard down and talk freely, I just have so much more fun. Example? There's this guy in my graphics class (he's cute), and we didn't really talk much until today. I was innocently masking my project in a corner with my headphones in (masking is pretty much covering any unwanted area with tape), when I feel a little tap on my shoulder. It was him. He says, "Hey, are you printing tomorrow?" And by printing, he means, "Are you making your shirts tomorrow?"

I nod my head and motion with my finger the taped project on the table in front of me. He says, "Would you want to make me a shirt?" And at this point, Reader, I was so flustered with having boy contact that I almost considered jumping out of a window or something.

"Yep!" I reply instead.
"Cool, what colors are you using?"
"I think grey and blue, because people are giving me all different color t-shirts and I had to find some common ground somewhere."
I was sure that I was talking nonsense, but he smiles with recognition and replies, "So is a white shirt okay?"
I nod again and continue masking. Thankfully, another student walked over and started up a conversation with him, so I was no longer responsible for entertaining him. I finished up my project and put it on a pile, but when I came back, the other student was gone, and the boy was watching me work. I smile and say, "I'm printing six shirts already, do you think he'll give me bonus points?" *By he, I mean my teacher, but I don't want to go to jail for privacy issues*

He laughs this really hearty laugh that immediately made me smile, and we lapsed into this REALLY comfortable silence. The bell rang, and what happened next really surprised me, Reader. He walked me to my next class.We talked the entire way there, and talk we did. We probably covered every topic imaginable, and he seemed to linger by my side before I thanked him and walked into the classroom. Unfortunately, that certain class was Chemistry, which requires a lot of concentration. And do you think I was able to concentrate during that class? Nope.

Now, Reader, if you are a girl, you'll understand why my heart is still fluttering almost eight hours later. But if you are a boy reading this, please take note that this is how you will get every girl to swoon over you.

So, I hope this helped to lift your spirits. And in terms of ladybugs, I would make a mating reference, but I don't want it to go that far yet...

A Short Post That Eventually Turned into my Life Story...

Hey guys!

So I'm super excited to say that someone viewed my blog in Alaska. And for those of you who don't know already, I love Alaska and everything about it! Sarah Palin, caribou, penguins (are there even penguins in Alaska?), and all of the snow! Okay, before you yell at me for being the only person on this Earth that loves snow, let me explain my reasoning: Think about it. What other chemicals on Earth do you know of (that aren't deadly) that can move between three different stages? Gas, liquid, solid! It's mind-blowing! And this is also my reasoning behind my obsession with summer (beaches and the ocean in general) as well as outer space. Though I'm not quite sure outer space even has water...

I should probably start paying attention more in school. Which reminds me! For the four of you who are actually viewing me (not following me), do you remember when I told you about my whole Graphics class situation? I resolved it! How, you ask? I simply busy myself with so much work, that I won't be ABLE to talk to anyone, therefor eliminating any possibility to embarrass myself. The thing is... what do I do once all of my work is done? Hmm. Introversion. Such a hard topic.

And so the content little ladybug goes off in search of an aphid (cream chesse) and to return to this post again later.
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So a whole bunch of people at my school are getting these things called "tumblrs." So what do I do? I go and make myself a tumblr. Now what I normally do is get one without telling anybody, wait awhile as I get used to the site, and THEN start telling people I have one. But the only problem now is that I've had one for over a month now, and I just can't get used to it! Like how does it work, what's the point of it, and how do I get people to follow me? This whole situation reminds me of starting out here on BlogSpot. And I still have 0 followers, with 4 viewers in Alaska.

I have and idea, though, on how to get followers on this bloody site. I'll just keep pressing the "next blog" button, subscribe to the ones that I like, and then pray that they look through their lists of followers and notice that I'm there. And maybe they'll creep really hard, visit my blog, and subscribe to it. And then maybe other people will notice I'm one of their subscribers, so I'll get even more!

Maybe.

Well, hello there! So, I've decided to drag myself into this whole "blogging" thing. Sure, I have a Facebook, a Tumblr, and a few e-mail adresses just like the rest of the world. But I've found that not many people blog, so why not try to start a new trend? Eh, who am I kidding- I'm no trendsetter. I'm barely even a trendfollower. But I try- I'm here, aren't I?

Anyways, I'm not quite sure how everything here works, and I admit that it took me a solid half-hour just to change the template. All I do know is that I REALLY want to incorporate a story into this blog... something to keep people wanting to read, ya know? So I walk outside into my little-less-than-scenic backyard (I live in medium-rural Pittsburgh) and sit under a lone tree, my sole source of inspiration when it comes to this stuff. And that's when a little ladybug scurries by, only to be joined by another ladybug. And I know that you're all really expecting some heart-warming story to come out of this ladybug thing right now, but I got nothing. Just a few ladybugs.

But who knows? Maybe by next week I'll have something to make your heart flutter.