LA Museum of Art

WARNING: FAILED ATTEMPTS OF PHOTOGRAPHY!

Today, Norco High's Art Club, along with Corona High's Art club, took a field trip to the LA Museum of Art. For those of you who have never gone, I highly recommend you go. The entrance itself is shocking and unique. 

 A few hundred lam posts posted out front. 

 Random guy in the background. LOL!

They do not allow you to tak pictures of the art work inside, if they did, I'd have HUNDREDS of pictures. 

So sorry for the lack of "interesting" pictures!

This is actually my favorite picture I took this entire trip. It turned out nice for once!

This is a HUGE sculpture made out of all Steel.

You don't understand how BIG it is.

Yeah. THAT big.  Like ten or more Kristen's tall. 

(I"m 5'3).

Also, they were apparently celebrating Tim Burton's cartooning and art. So they had this big air filled character of his.

IT'S ADORABLE!

Oh look, another failed attempt of trying to take an artsy picture. 

This was on our way to the American Art building. 

Pretty Plaid. 

Can you falling off of that? ._.

That would be BADDDD.

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No, not THAT bad. 

Oh look, another tall building. 

Did I mention, I'm terrified of heights?

:(.

Overall, the museum was really remarkable. They had a wide variety of art work, and our tour guide was entertaining. Go check it out, because I wish we had more time to wander around.

One downer though: DO NOT BUT FOOD THERE. A hot chocolate is like $8.00. RIDICIULOUSSS! 

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 Have you met Dalton's dad Larry?

 And his little brother Will?

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RANDOM:

  -Kupo<3.

May 21st 2011? Or December 21st 2012?

Oh great May 21st is coming around the corner. Time to panic right? Uh, NO! I am so sick of being told by all these people to be prepared and to start my final plans. And I'll tell you why.

NO ONE KNOWS WHEN THE WORLD WILL END. I see on the news and in newspapers that all these "Christians" are waddling around the country telling people that Dooms Day is coming. And what really sickens me is how they go around telling people there is no hope for them if you're not on a "list". REALLY? The Christian religion is NOTHING like that. We DO NOT believe that God makes a list for people who can reunite with him. I know we have to earn it and serve him in order to get there, but there is no way he has made a "VIP list". That's basically referring to the Holocaust saying only the blond,blue-eyed, Germans are good enough to live. It's pathetic. You consider yourself a Christian and go around basically mocking our God. The bible clearly states that that the world will end silently "like a thief in the night...", not "OH NO! ALIENS WILL WARN YOU A FLOOD AND EARTHQUAKES WILL KILL US ALL!" I do not enjoy having people push other people farther away from God, because with their un-honesty and pride, that's basically what they are doing. So please, PLEASE be moronic elsewhere. My religion, and our God, is not some childish joke. He deserves respect and our commitment.



I really dislike when people do this kind of idiocy. Common, really?Stop trying to drag everyone down with you. I'm fifthteen and even I seem to know better than you. Talk about ignorance.

-Kupo.

Just want to get some things off my chest.

So I spent the weekend at Dalton's dad's, which is really a treat for me. I love going there. I'm not sure why, but I'm attached to the condo.

Anyway, when we headed for the beach, I got a text message from my sister telling me that my dad has been in the hospital with internal bleeding from his liver, and welts all over his arms. His liver isn't all that surprising, but it's heart wrenching. I honestly don't know what to do, and maybe that's why I can't seem to fall asleep. It's extremely irritating knowing I can't do anything about this, and even more so and hurtful when he doesn't even bother to call and tell me. It's not right to vanish off the face of the earth and then favor a daughter. It shouldn't be like that. And when you told me you'd be leaving, I didn't think you meant this. I didn't take you seriously when you told me that you'd never talk to me again. And I really do regret that now. And I'm so sorry if I'm not what you expected, or what you wanted for a daughter, but to be honest, you never treated me like one. I forgive you, and I do not blame you for anything in the past, so please do not just cast me away just because I stick up for my mother. I know I'm not the absolute best person out there, but you can't just see me as the worst person in the world. As horrible as it sounds, you are a very scary man, extremely in fact. It's like you're a ticking time bomb, and it's heart breaking to know that I'm actually afraid of you. It shouldn't be like that. I did not want that last visit to go that way. Not once did you ask me about school, or my life, you just carried on telling me what you would do to Rob and mom.

I just want a damn normal family. I am so tired of dealing with this. I am confused, lost, and being completely and utterly selfish. God, help me through this. I need your strength more than ever right now. And please, is he does past, guide him.

-Kristen.

You know what I feel like doing?

Exploring. I've lacked going out doors for so long, I'm nature deprived. I am craving the outdoors! If anyone is up for a good backpacking trip, or hiking, or ANYTHING, let me know, I'd LOVE to attend!

Since summer is coming up in four weeks, I've been doing quite a bit of planning.

1: Need to get back in shape!
2: Need to go hiking more often!
3: Need to attend church more often!
4: Need to put effort back into my artwork!
5: Travel and explore!


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Anyway! I was talking with my English teacher today after class about my old home town. Versailles, Kentucky. And honestly, I miss is dreadfully. It's so clean and green out there, and here it's smoggy and brown. It get's rather old, yah know? Apparently my teacher is really into traveling, so I suggested he give the town a visit. It's a small town, with farms, and few schools, and PLENTY of wildlife. And not to mention the castle that lurks around right before you hit Lexington.

 

 Original Castle, before it burned down.

 Castle rebuilt. 

 Beautiful Kentucky Sunrise (UNEDITED PICTURE). 

 Entry to a well known horse ranch. 

 My nanny and papa's farm. 

 RANDOM FLOOD. 

Random shops on Main Street, Versailles.

Pretty, Yes?

(Sorry for really short and random post!) 

 

 

 

 

-Kupo.

20 favorite songs:

So I promised to list 20 of my favorite songs, which was extremely hard to do.
I love so many. :(.
So here we go!:

20: Late Night Alumni- You can be the one:



19: Kaskade- Move for me:



18: Röyksopp - You Don't Have A Clue



17: The Police- Don't stand so close to me:



16: Karaja- She moves:



15: Imogen Heap- Shh:



14: Marcy Playground- Sex and Candy:



13: Aerosmith- Rag Doll:



12: Imogen Heap- Can't take it in:



11: The Postal Service- Such great heights:



10: Secret Garden- Sleep Song:



9: Red Hot Chili Peppers- Scar Tissue:



8: Def Leppard- Go:



7: Fro Frou- Breathe In:



6: Frou Frou- Let Go:



5: Daft Punk- One More Time:



4: VNV Nation- Illusion:



3: The Smiths- How Soon Is Now?:



2: Lights- Lions!:




1: Jars Of Clay- Lesson One:

Government and Minors.

Just a warning: I speak my opinion very openly, and will speak freely. 


Allow me to explain the random posting. Today I was called up from fifth period to go visit a social worker in the office, and honestly, I can't stand them. It's not the person itself, it's just my past experiences. I suppose I am just sick of talking to them over and over again. Yes, they help people, children, and such, but if they remember  our discussions, they should see that I don't WANT to talk to them. I am sick of having the same conversation with them.

Uh hello, don't you already KNOW my dad is a psychotic? 

Moving on, I suppose it is my fault. I mean I really shouldn't go rant to a counselor expecting them to drop it. And who knows, maybe I needed the help. (HA). In my view and in most people who don't even know what happened in my past, I seem like every other normal, happy, person. I don't go around bashing people with books or anything, or cause any trouble, so why does the government need to get involved in my own problems? They think just because I'm a minor, I can't handle myself. Which my God is not true. I have overcome several obstacles in my life, just like everyone else. And for the Government to sit there and take the credit is sickening, really. I believe God deserves all the credit for my well being, not bloody Democrats. At least Republicans can actually realize that EVERYONE can learn to take care of themselves. Our nation is not there to let people leech off our money, resources, and then leave. 

Getting off topic. >:(. 

Anyway, where I am going with this is:

JUST BECAUSE I AM NOT EIGHTEEN DOES NOT MEAN I CANNOT REALIZE WHAT IS BEST FOR ME. 

So please, if you think your fake sympathy and paper work will solve anything, think again. 
I'd rather not finish my school day in a pissy mood again. 

-Save the help for people who need it.

-Kupo.

   

Relationships:

For those of you who know me, you'd know that I've been in a relationship for eight months. And that eighth month mark is actually today. So if you're reading this Dalton, happy eight months! Before I get into the whole blog, I've been curious to see how much the two of us have changed over the months.

Month 1: Endless shopping cart rides to get ice cream over the last bit of summer break we had. 

 Month 2: More open and thriving. 

(I thought I'd just let you know, Dalton is only 15, DO NOT let the facial hair fool you!)

 

Month 3: Endless adventures across town and beyond. 

 

Month 4: Still being able to keep up with me.

Sorry for the horrid picture, it just made me laugh. 

  Month 5: Basically moving in for the winter. 

 Month 6: The month we both needed comfort and bonded. 

 Month 7: Becoming insuperable. 

 Month 8: I can honestly say in love. 

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know, I know.  Fifth teen and in love, what rubbish right? Well, I dare you to argue with me, for maybe you have never felt that emotion at all, and can never truly comprehend what it means. Love is not selfish, it is all about giving in my opinion. Not only that, but respect, happiness, compassion, passion, relaxation, comfort, serenity. It's all under the big umbrella of love.

Love, is a many splendid thing. Love, lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!

-- Cristian, "Moulin Rouge" 

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Moving on to the main topic, relationships. 

Again, please do not try to convince me my brain is too immature to function on this topic. I am more mature than most think I am.

The key concept of this title is how a relationship changes you.

You can list the pros and cons of your past relationships and prove to yourself which people were better for you. For example, I'll pull Dalton and Marco into this conversation. 

Dalton: Dalton is a very remarkable person. Very intelligent, religious, and creative individual. Therefore, giving his personality, I've molded into a better person. He's made me more committed in my religion and actually sparked God back into my life, and made me realize that a person deserves better than what one thinks. 

Before you continue reading, let me tell you I speak my opinion and thoughts very openly, so forgive me if I come off harsh. 

Marco: Marco is an alcoholic atheist,  who is failing High School, and honestly just doesn't care anymore. He took advantage of me, and lead me to believe that I am nothing above him. And this is what you get when you mix us: 

 

I am actually really disappointed I let myself sink THAT low.

To wrap this up and give my point: a bad relationship changes you for the worst, but a good one, changes you for the better.

-Kupo 

1972 Chevy Cheyenne:

Guess who is 99% positive she is getting a 1972 Chevy Cheyenne truck?
THIS CHICK!

And those of you who do not know what that truck means to me, then here:

I have wanted that truck in that exact year and brand, for at least TEN years.
I've had my heart set on it, and now that dream has come true!
-MEGA HAPPY DANCE!.-.

 Oh hell yes, drool.

And you know, I've noticed something. Anytime something BAD happens, a really FANTASTIC thing happens. For example, today after PE, I was getting dressed in my locker room, and stood up really fast to sadly hit my head on the corner of my locker, causing bleeding and huge lump on my head. Then right after school, my mom tells me that she found a good deal on my truck. It' only 1000 bucks! Including a new battery, transmission, and runs fantastically. (Also includes a new paint job, any colors I want). Epic win yes?

It's like God was saying, "sorry for the head injury." 

And it's not the first time either!

I fell down my school's football field's bleachers, only to find twenty bucks on the ground.

Coincidence?

I think not.

SEE THERE IS A GOD!

Thank you lord for making even the worst days, worth it. 

-Kupo.