Anyways, I was going to make some sort of grand reappearance with my first finished lineart, a picture of the finished drawing I submitted to the Asian Art Contest thing, or a long essay about what happened during the Youth Leadership Conference. Unfortunately the lineart is not finished, I have no idea where the pictures are (oh I lie D: I'm just really lazy xD), and the conference begins tomorrow. I'll be coming back on Sunday. For now I need to find out what in my dresser would equal a "relaxed professional" outfit.

Anyways, I figured that we'd be having this conference in a nice place, since it cost so much it's not even funny. But I looked up the hotel today and it turns out to be 5-star. So now I know that the money went into our 15 minutes of freetime daily, meals, and sleep-time. I should be packing right now but I'm trying to figure out which pair of dress slacks I hate wearing the least.

But, yea. The conference is pretty much a school-sized group of kids. We totally own the hotel for like, 4 days. But I'm kind of freaked out now, because the meeting rooms look like meeting rooms you see businessmen using in movies.

It should be fun. >D

Since summerschool...

I've changed a lot. For most of it I don't even know why, but I do know it happened after summerschool.

Personality changes:

I'm still a morpher of sorts. I don't think I really have my own personality yet, but if I do it's so crazy I can't even see it. I know I've been a morpher since, like, 6th grade. By summertime that year I was half-crazy sarcasm and half-monkey. The monkey was already there, but I've got a good idea where the crazy sarcasm humor came from. Not that I'm any good at it.

Anyways, by the end of seventh grade I can't say I was the most cheerful person around. By then I was starting to realize that sarcasm does NOT work for me, and I'd already forgotten what kind of humor I'd had in elementary school. I was kind of wandering around for a while. But then during eighth grade, I hear someone saying that I'm a lot happier. I laugh a lot more, I'm starting to lose the sarcasm a little bit, and my temper isn't quite as...explosive? I don't know, but I used to get mad pretty easily.

I don't know why I'm like I am now. Maybe after hanging around for my hyper little (ahem. height-wise. She's older than me.) cousin, or maybe after just being in a light and fun class like TIC. Either way, if I had a choice, I'd keep it this way. I don't remember what it was to be like me in seventh or sixth or fifth grade, but I wouldn't go back.

Behavior? If it's any different from personality.

I know EXACTLY why this happened. After I saw An Inconvenient Truth, and after all those discussions we had on the forums, I've been a lot more conservative. I refuse to even recycle scratch paper. I keep it in case I need to cover my table with something while I go nuts with a gluestick. I write down my French vocab on it. I won't even throw away the tiniest scraps of construction paper. Actually, that was part Connie. She keeps all her construction paper in a huge bag. If you can see, don't turn on the lights. I get mad at my brother all the time because he leaves his roomlight on all day. ALL. DAY. -grrrr- And even though you could technically leave your lights on in a hotel (no electric bills!) I turn them all off anyways. I shut off my monitor whenver I leave the computer.

If anything I need to start working on saving tissue and toiler paper, which I use for, like, EVERYTHING.

Anyways, if anything's changed negatively, it's my shoulder alignment. Today during PE, I could feel one shoulder dipping lower than the other one. I used a one-strap backpack for six weeks of TIC, and I swear that Nutshell book gets 10x heavier on my back. And my daily backpack, which I've had since first grade, has really crappy straps. One of them is normal, and the other one has like, no stuffing. Either the weight or the lengths are uneven. My binder doesn't help. One side is heavier than the other.

Anyways. I can't think of anything else right now.

[EDIT:] Oh, right. I have this nagging voice in my head that makes me throw my food scraps into the green waste instead of the trash can, even though the bin is outside. Once I peeled like, 3 persimmons, and there was this huge pile of persimmon skin on a plate and I refused to throw it away. I waited until Tansen brought the garbage cans back in from the street and tossed them in the green waste bin.