now one of my creations

Music

Silence is something that I cannot really stand. I always feel like I need something in the background. Usually I turn to music. Everyday I start and end with listening to music. Music is one of the ways I can get away from the world. A song is a powerful thing. It can change my mood. It can bring back a memory. It can wake me up or put me to sleep. The thing I love most about music is finding new artisits that no one has heard of before. I love local bands the most. I think if a band isnt signed to a contract their music is usually better because they are the only ones deciding what the music sounds like.

Paper Cranes

Pretty awesome video about our paper crane making and collecting experience.
http://qctimes.com/vmix_99330e0a-695c-11e0-bc74-001cc4c03286.html

Here is the article that appeared in todays newspaper.
http://qctimes.com/news/local/article_81ee6212-6975-11e0-8212-001cc4c002e0.html

white clouds

The place I feel most relaxed the couch in my living room. It is the place I go to when I'm sick or just had a bad day. It is an oversized, chestnut leather couch. The placement is part of what makes the couch so wonderful. During the day the beautiful rays of sun seep through the window, lighting up the whole room with the warmth. At night, when a car drives by the light frolics onto the withered porch and like the sun lights up the living room but with eerie shadows.
The couch itself is the most comfortable couch in the world. The second any part of you touches the leather you just sink in. The feeling is undescribable when you've had a bad day because you know it will take you in no matter what happened.

The Challenge

In my seventeen years of life I've faced a lot of challenges that I could write pages and pages,maybe even novels about but this time I wanted to write about my current challenge that I am still trying to figure out.

About a week ago I got the shock of my life. There was a facebook message from a name that I did not recognize at first that I ended up ignoring it. Then a few hours later I sat down to watch TV and took out my laptop to waste some time on facebook. I looked at the message again. After about a half an hour of mindless facebooking I realized who the person was. Elina is the name of my biological mom and so is her last name. It all clicked.

I decided not to message her back, not because of what people said but because this is my philosophy:
The day I meet my mom again I want to have an established career to show her that her choice to let me be adopted was the right one. I want to show her how successful I became because of her selflessness.