Art filled week!

Tired, exhilarated, grumpy, upset, excited, annoyed, exhausted, anxious, amazed... These are some words to describe my past week, although I'm sure that there are hundreds more words that I could use. Because last week had been so full on, I'm totally at a loss of what happened on Monday... Monday, Monday, Monday... hmmmm... What was it that I did? I guess I just painted... and painted... and painted. lol, SO much art in one week! Seriously... I was worn out, and Red Bull was my only way out. Go the energy drinks!
     On Tuesday I think I stayed home and painted... For all of you that don't know, I had an art exhibition on Wednesday night, that was totally AWESOME! But, I'll come to that later. Anyway, so I was painting my butt off, trying to get this suitcase finished for the exhibit. It took me AGES to do the sepia side of the case, because there were many, many layers of paint that I needed to apply to it. So it was Tuesday, time was running out... I wasn't going to finish it on time. So, I thought, time for plan B - have a sleepless night, painting. So I did.
     I went out, got myself 2 Red bulls from the petrol station, then went over to Joy's house for a little chat, just to relax. Afterwards, I put my painting clothes on and got down to it. It was a long night of bending over, painting in strange angles and positions... The paint was all over me, my face, arms, legs, hands, clothes, feet... You name it. My arms would sieze up from time to time... it was really wierd. I would be painting, then all of a sudden my muscles would rize and throb in my arms. I had to shake my arms a few times.. It hurt. The most asweful feeling though, is watching the sunrise, knowing that you haven't had any sleep. You feel sooo gross. My Nanna came through and looked at me, asking whether I stayed up all night. I nodded, and then she went and made me some tea. My belly ached. It ached and ached. It was filled with Red Bull, and now it was mixed with tea. I even had to force down some toast - "Carbohydrates will keep you awake." My Nanna said. So, after getting changed, drinking another can of Red Bull and putting my nearly-finished-but-not-quite in the backseat of my car, I drove off to school, alone and tired. I had to wind down my window, turn the radio up to full ball, bop up and down and sing along with the music as I drove, because my eyes were dangerously heavy... It was a little scary actually.
     I got to school and went to the science rooms where my teacher was gonna tutor me. Ms D was talking for 20 mins until, out of the darkness I heard her say "Your falling asleep." And then the thud of a text book as it closed. I opened my eyes "Wha? I'm uma drlkj sdfjenlkn" I mumbled. lol... so she got up, went to the staff room and made me a STRONG AS coffee from the $5000 cappuchino machine.... Mmmmmm Sooooooo GOoooooood. So I sat there and drank for a few minutes. Apologised and left... I couldn't study under those conditions.... No way, no how! After that I went to the art room, which was when I started turning into a grumpy cow. I snapped at my class mates as they asked me questions... lol, I couldn't help it, I was tired! And REALLY upset... My exhibit was on that night and I still hadn't finished my composition! Even after spending the whole night painting! So I found my art teacher, who was in the library, setting up the exhibit. I was talking to him for a few seconds until I burst into tears. All the stress, all the worry, all the exhaustion of the past year poured out in big, hot, salty tears. I had worked so hard... SO HARD for this, and I hadn't finished. My teacher took one look at me and smiled.
     "Alyce, you have worked so hard this year. All the work you have done has now exceeded to this, and you should be proud of yourself. Your work has paid off, you've done well." He said a few more things but I can't remember... He was really nice, and it touched me. The judging of the paintings (there was awards that were given out to the best paintings) were going to be at 2:30... But he extended it to 3:30, just for me :-) Hes so nice to me. Anyways, he said I could take my suitcase home and finish it. So, i went to the art class, got my other paintings saughted and put them up in the exhibit, and then sped home to finish my painting. I painted and painted and painted. My hand was shaking like CRAZY. I was so SCARED that I wouldn't get it finished. But you know what, I did! Thank God! I could have done a better job  on the face, but I really did not have the time for that. So, at 2:45, I got in the car and sped to school, just in time for my principal to come and have a look at my paintings. I was in and out of the library a lot, getting things ready for the exhibit, but every time I came back in, I would find Mr Bull in front on my paintings... over and over again, he would look at the other pantings and then come back to mine. He did that about 3 to 4 times...
     As I was about to leave to go home, finally, (after losing my keys... I had lost them sum place, and had to go find them... I looked in several different places until I found them in the drama shed) I heard a voice shouting my name. I turned around to see my art teacher, running towards me, with a humungous, cheesy smile on his face.
"Alyce, you know how the school buys one painting from a year 12 student every year and puts it in the hall of art?"
"Yes" I said.
"Well, would you like to sell your painting?"
"YES!" Oh. my. goodness. That was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COOL.
"Mr Bull was so impressed with your paintings. He wants to offer you $300 for them."
"THREE HUNDRED??? I thought it was only $250?????"
"Well, because there are 3 canvases that make the composition, he decided that $300 would be more appropriate for them. So, are you willing to sell them?"
"YES! Oh. my. gosh. YES! YES! YES!" I was extatic... extatic I tell you. My tiredness left me instantly. The school, buying my paintings? It was an HONOUR! AN HONOUR to be able to do that. I didn't even have to think about it... I just said YES. I then asked what Mr Bull liked about them, and Mr T said that he liked it how every time he looked at my paintings, he would see something new. LIke, the woman holding a hamburger, a figure in the distance, the graphettee on the bin... Oh.... SO COOL. My class mates told me later as well, that I will be recieving the Highest Achievement award for art at the end of the year... oh SO COOL. AND I got 83% in my art exam... AND an A grade overall. I'm at the top of the class! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! One of my dreams, my goals, have come true...................................
     So, I got in my car and i was off. Adrenalin running through my veins... I was in such a high... what a feeling it was! I got home and called mum'n dad, they were thrilled. Afterwards, I tried to sleep for a bit but I didn't really get any. I then had dinner and grandma came over, along with pop (nanna was allready here cos she was stayin with us). We all drove down to my school where we met Travis, Diana, Joy, Mum and dad. Marc came a little later, which was nice to have him come around! So we looked around at all the art work, I met up with my friends and we chatted. After a bit we were all silenced, cause all the speeches were about to begin. Awards were also handed out after the judging that day. There were 5 of em, and I got 2! I got a Highly commended work of art award AND a College Acquisition award! It was awesome... And I won $40 gift voucher for Jackson's and hopefully I will be recieving the $300 cheque soon.... lol... I'm such an art nerd. hehe funny.
     And then last Friday I had my graduation. Yaaaay! I've graduated. I'll be free in a few weeks! So good... After having breakfast on the south shore and grad rehearsals in the cathedral with the year 12s, I headed out into the city with some friends to eat in one of the Japanese, revolving table cafes. I then went and looked for a dress for that night (hehe everyone else had their dress 2 months ago... I always leave it to the last minute!). So I bought a nice black dress and a necklace which was $30 from sportsgirl! It was dang expensive! Grrrr... Oh well, atleast the necklace was pretty.So we had the graduation mass in the humungous cathedral in the city at 6:30, and then the grad dinner at the Sheraton after. I was the MC (host) alongside my fellow deputy head boy, for the night. We cracked jokes, gave out quirky awards, announced the speakers, said our own fairwell speeches, etc. It was alotta fun but also alotta work! I was STUFFED afterwards!
Well, I'm gonna go now cos I have some essays to finish. Arrrrrrg they were due last Wednesday and I STILL haven't done them. *sigh* I hope me writing about my art isn't too much for you guys to take in.