My hands are covered in paint. I have been wandering around in flipflops, ratty jeans and an old t-shirt since 11:30 at night. My feet hurt from standing. And I have created art. Yes, art. We're doing a mural on the wall of our floor's lounge, and when I came home from work tonight I decided to go help paint. So I colored in an angelfish (purples and pinks, usually colors I hate but this time it sounded like fun) and helped spongepaint the ocean floor in shades of brown, green, yellow, and puke-like tanish brownish yellowish yech. It looks cooler than it sounds. There's also a gorgeously painted octopus, a sea turtle, and the beginnings of a jellyfish. Fun!
Also, I have done no homework. So far. I might skip Poetry tomorrow and just go home and sleep, because I'll need sleep a lot. Can't miss American Lit again, tho, so I do have to get up in the morning. Right now I'm wired and not sleepy at all. Drat.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
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WHA? My sister . . . the complete un-artist painting!?!? Stop the presses! Front page news here! ANGEL PAINTS!
Yup. I paints. It's messy and fun.
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