More Pictures....

Here are some more pictures, as the last post wasn't allowing me to place any more.

 

I like this picture becasue when I went to the Underground in London to find Mother I went on a train. WhenI was the re it scared me very much, however if I went back I think that i'd like it because of the sophistication of the trains and the rails and the safe feeling of the tunnels.

My Diary -3-

January 28th, 2005


Today's journal is about a new friend I made.
Mother got a new dog after Sandy ran away/died, but she didn't tell me until today. It was a standard poodle like Wellington, but it had red hair and was much younger. Siobahn said that Mother got it so that I would forgive father for killing Wellington. I think this is true.
I really like the new dog. It is really energetic and smart, smarter than some humans I think, especially the other children at my school. It knows when I'm sad and can shake hands/paws. The only problem is that it likes to jump up and lick me when I'm on the computer or reading. I think this is because it is still young and wants attention.

My Diary -2-

January 20th, 2005

Today I am happy but scared at the same time. This is because Mother and I are moving to a new home that is very nice in Faringdon, which is a town not that far away from Swindon. I have not had the time to calculate this exactly but the distance is about 22 kilometers from Father's house. I do not like going to live in as new house but this one is really nice. Mother got a job as a lawyer in Oxford so it is easier for her to drive to work. I take the bus in the morning still, but it is a city bus with other people I don't know on it.
The house has exactly 2496 sq. feet of "floor space" (that's what the land agent called it.)
It is painted a  different white colour than Father's house, but my room will be painted the same white as my room at his house with red accents, whatever that means.
This means I will be farther away from Father, but that is a good thing because he killed Wellington.
I would like to write more but Siobahn says that putting all the descriptions into writing takes alot of time and the reader doesn't need to know exactly what happened. If I was the reader I would but maybe Siobahn is right, so I will not put any in.

My Diary -1-

Entry 1: January 16th, 2005

I don't really like writing journal entries. Siobahn thought I should write them, just like I did in that murder-mystery book I wrote. But that time I had something really big to write about. Now, I am not sure about what to write. So I'll write about school.

Today on the bus to school I saw three red cars and two yellow cars, which made it a "OK" day. When I got to school Siobahn was waiting for me by her office, which is where I go every day for the first hour. She was wearing a beige sweater that looked like loosely knitted yarn, with around three hundred apertures. This made me feel happy because she had worn this sweater on 47 different days and I was comfortable with it, so I didn't sit in the corner like I would on a normally OK day. We did maths, specifically Calculus because I had just started it and wanted to learn more. In the last 6 minutes of class she wanted to look at my blog, which had been assigned three days earlier. She said that what I had was good but I needed to start on the journal.
In my other classes I don't learn very much if anything. The other children are stupid (Siobahn says "disabled")
and the teachers are condescending to me.
I want to write about one topic for each entry so this one is school. The next will be my new home with Mother.

Autsim Songs

You were a child,
crawlin' on your knees toward it.
Makin' mama so proud,
but your voice was too loud.
We like to watch you laughing.
You pick the insects off plants.
No time to think of consequences.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wantin',
To be haunted.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wantin',
To be haunted.
The water is warm,
but it's sending me shivers.
A baby is born,
crying out for attention.
Memories fade,
like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made and not bought
But I thought,
this wouldn't hurt a lot.
I guess not.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wantin',
To be haunted.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wantin',
To be haunted.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wantin',
To be haunted.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wantin',
To be haunted.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wantin',
To be haunted.
Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.
A family of treeeeees...

Pictures I find Interesting

Here are some pictures I find interesting.

      


This above is a quadratic equation. One of my favorite types of maths is Quadratics, even though I'm the only person in my class who understands it. 











I like this picture because I like to see how things work and if I was going into space in one of these I would need to know everything about it.

Some music I like...

Generally I like classical music, especially music with elements of Counterpoint, which is like many different melodies and harmonies weaving together. I like this because I can spend time repeating the song and deciphering and figuring out all the different parts. However I also like songs with lyrics about Autism because it makes me feel happy knowing that there are other people like me in the world.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXkoob7gO0c -  A song called Colours by a father of an Autistic son.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXSp8Oi6vYc - An example of Baroque counterpoint.