Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

"The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable manerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of veiw of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of veiw of feeling, the actor's craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their own peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art reall mirrors." - Oscar Wilde.
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all." - Oscar Wilde.
"But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face."- Oscar Wilde.
"An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them."- Oscar Wilde.
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful."- Oscar Wilde.
"You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know."- Oscar Wilde.
"Yes; he would try to be to Dorian Gray what, without knowing it, the lad was to the painter who had fashioned the wonderful portrait. He would seek to dominate him-had already, indeed, half done so. He would make that wonderful spirit his own. There was something fascinating in this son of Love and Death."- Oscar Wilde.
"Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different."- Oscar Wilde.
"The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing."- Oscar Wilde.
"His unreal and selfish love would yield to some higher influence, would be transformed into some nobler passion, and the portrait that Basil Hallward had painted of him would be a guide to him through life, would be to him what holiness is to some, and conscience to others, and the fear of God to us all. There were opiates for remorse, drugs that could lull the moral sense to sleep. But here was a visible symbol of the degradation of sin. Here was an ever-present sign of the ruin men brought upon their souls."- Oscar Wilde.

Blame

A standard cross

Symbol of loss

And yet of so much gain

A love so strong

My heart belongs

Where His blood took my blame

My head so filled

My heart has stilled

His grace, I do acclaim.

Amazing Grace

Your love so strong

Yet earth so binding

I cannot see your face.

Please lead me on

In Your Holy song

Your true loves song

Entitled Amazing Grace.

All is Fair in Love and War?

Broken hearts left in shards

Of all this broken glass

Bleed to death

And laid to rest

Weary from their past...

The ones fixed up

No bruise nor scar

Lay peacefully in sun

A happy heart

Alive and vibrant

Beat with love so strong...

So all is fair in love and war,

When hearts so cruely broken?

I think not, for hearts so fraught

Because love is not a token.

When cast aside

Barely alive

Whom would you say is loved?

So speak no vows

Until love found

War is not forsaken.

Grind Those Geers.

Freshman = ANGER.
Nuff' Said.
Ultimately,
Freshman are the cause of my daily annoyance.
If I could set them all up in a line in the parking lot
And run them over with a semi truck
without causing fatalities or injuries,
just ANNOY the crap out of them
I WOULD DO IT EVERYDAY.
Why do you need to stop on the middle of a hallway that is barely
even 3 feet wide?
GRIND THOSE GEERS FRESHMAN, GRIND EM!

Ending The Fall Semester...Beginning a new strand of pain and suffering.

So this semester was OKAY.
Not good,
But definitely ANNOYING!
Honors Biology is something I'm prepared to scream and shout and run for joy to NEVER HAVE TO TAKE IT AGAIN.
I just dont understand why she doesnt teach us the material the first time instead of reteaching and reteaching the SAME MATERIAL at LEASTT three effing times!
WHAT THE HECK
So annoying.
My dads class is alright
Despite the fact that I suck life at painting.
English is easy because
HAA
Im easily one of Mrs K's Favorites
Which is actually, truthfully
REALLY ANNOYING ALSO
Why should I have to sit in the flipping library and WATCH PEOPLE TAKE TESTS THAT IVE ALREADY TAKEN?
I need to learn things in class too, MRS K!
Im not an effing genius.
Andd AG is particularly easy
Because is Mrs M
And shes my favorite teacherr EVER
I love her
Shes hilarious
Because she makes fun of retarded and annoying people((:
And everyone in that class is hilarious too
And two of my BIFFS! are in that class
And Katie
If your'e reading this
I LOVE YOU!((:
Next semester I have chamber singers
And I am ultimately going to kill myself.
Mrs S is a spawn of the devil reencarnated.
She really grinds my effing geers.
Hopefully though,
I'll live to write another blog.

LOL(:

Family to Fortune

So if anyone really knows me that well
they know that I've had some issues,
past and present,
with and agaisnt my family.
As a young girl,
christianity was never my thing.
I hated christianity,
I hated christians
and therefor hated my family.
At least, I thought I did.
All I really hated,
in the end,
turned out to be myself.
So it came as a shock to me
when I found out that my older brother,
Nick,
who really had other people to hang out with
and better things to do
decided to take more interest in me.
From dragging me to church
to singing with me on the way to school
he slowly creeped his way in to my inner sanctum.
One day
when he was driving us to church
he asked me something that I never really realized was,
infact,
true.
He asked me if I was depressed.
I looked at him for a while before lying to him
No.
And he knew it wasn't true.
So,
he kept pushing and pushing
pointing out things that made me go near into tears
and it was then I realized that he had known all along.
That was when I realized I hated myself
to the point that I blamed everyone else around me.
Depression works in mysterious ways&&
Family sure can turn things around.