---

They unblocked deviantART at school!

Most awesomeplz?

WELL, I'm posting this journal so I can give an update and ask for a bit of assistance...

Assistance First:
I'm trying to do a paper, "Art is a benificial source of therapy" as a persuasive speech in Speech class. THIS, however, requires the need for direction and assistance.
First; I need sources, so if you have any websites or book names or ANYTHING that can help me, that'd be peachy keen.
Second; I need to know how on earth I would write it in an outline format.. supposing you know what that is, of course.
Third; I need some examples of art done for therapeutic means.

Please and thank you


NOW FOR THE UPDATES...

Fleetwood Mac Concert

Last night mom and I went to the Scott Trade center in downtown STL for the Fleetwood Mac show, for which mom got a $6 mis-printed shirt in the parking lot, and I got a poster. WOO. Before all that good stuff, though, I was sitting on the computer, updating BR's spacebook, when mom calls and's like "Teresa's giving me free tickets to Fleetwood Mac tonight, you wanna go?" My response was a resounding "Sure!" I never really listened to them, I just wanted to go so mom and I could do something together that wasn't completely necessary.

Problem: 4 tickets, 2 people going, and totally ironically, anyone we called, even the ones who pick up before the first dial tone goes in to a millisecond, was either busy or didn't pick up. Eventually, we settle on her friend Gru, and say we'll meet him there. We park on the 5th level, walk down flights of stairs, and wind up giving our extra ticket to some dude who I think tried to sell it. Anyway, we wind up waiting practically an hour until, mom getting mad at me every time I'd complain. She was just as annoyed with him, she was just taking it out on me. She has a thing about that.

Eventually, a nice lady at the counter took the ticket and reserved it for him, and we went to our seats. LITTLE DID I KNOW, We were at the top of the stadium, practically. Cue mental breakdown. I am mortifyingly terrified of heights, especially falling. I was hyperventilating and crying and everything, all the while mom being really cold...
Mom- "That's it. I'm never taking you to a concert again..."
Me- "I'm sorry I--"
Mom- "Don't you dare do this to me tonight"
Me- *cry*
She'll never admit it, either. She has trouble saying she's wrong.
Meaning she never does.

Things got better though, Gru FINALLY showed up and this nice lady let us have seats slightly closer so as to avoid me having a heart attack, which, I'm sure, was well on its way. The rest of the show was totally awesome when I calmed down, only the guy standing on the railing, leaning against a wall next to me was scaring the shit out of me, especially when he started the fist throwing rock and roll motion...
After which, we went home, and I goofed off 'til sleepytime at around 2 something.


Deception and heartbreak
My sister's a total wreck right now, due to the fact that her best friend convinced her boyfriend to break up with her so they could date, all because she apparently ruined her last relationship by hanging out with her (now) ex at a party.

I don't know who I'm more mad at. Him, for lying and saying that he'd love her and take care of her forever, or HER, for decieving not only my sister, but me too. I liked her, I trusted her, and now, I'm not even supposed to go near her.

She's just gone too far now.

All of this made for a sad morning, sister cuddling his jacket and saying "She took my bubby..." and sobbing about how she's dead inside, how he's her other half, how she wants him back so desperately.

She'd take him back in a heartbeat if he asked, I guess I really don't blame him so much. Her "ex friend" was caniving and sneaky, she probably said she cheated on him again, and that was the straw that broke the camels back for him. I'm mad at him for lying, yes, but this is more her style than his.

[I refer as Her and His because even though you don't know them, it's just nicer.]

Sibling's not allowed to stay alone today, due to suicidal comments, so mom's picking me up from school to avoid it, we'll prolly give ~Limeazoid a ride too.

---

And that's my life.
Sad, yes, but what do you expect in the diaries of a highschool outcast?
*Note to self: make that a story title*


Hope all your weeks go well

-~-
END
-~-