Owl Hats and Doody Art
I have curly eyebrow hair. It makes me feel like the owl in those old sing-a-long videos. You know, the one who wears a graduation cap.
Those videos have made me incapable of imagining an owl who isn't wearing a graduation cap.
I feel gypped in real life whenever I see a hatless owl. Come on owls, is it really too much for me to ask that you all wear tiny headgear for my pleasure?
Some animals are just fucking selfish.
Like ferrets.
On the prom front, I think I'll be going with Eric Zagorski. He is tall enough for me to wear heels with, he owns a POWDER BLUE SUIT(!) and for some reason, he thinks going to prom would be fun. If he ends up flaking out (or coming to his senses), and I can't find another person with a pee-pee who wants to go with me, I still have a sweet backup date because kat asked me on friday.
I have given up on art. It is too hard to enjoy it when every monoprint I make looks like puke and/or doody.
If only doody art had a more appreciative following.
I love creative writing class. I hate that I can't read my own work without hyperventilating. I AM NOT SHY. I want people to hear my stories from my mouth. Why does my body freak out whenever it's my turn to read?
Those videos have made me incapable of imagining an owl who isn't wearing a graduation cap.
I feel gypped in real life whenever I see a hatless owl. Come on owls, is it really too much for me to ask that you all wear tiny headgear for my pleasure?
Some animals are just fucking selfish.
Like ferrets.
On the prom front, I think I'll be going with Eric Zagorski. He is tall enough for me to wear heels with, he owns a POWDER BLUE SUIT(!) and for some reason, he thinks going to prom would be fun. If he ends up flaking out (or coming to his senses), and I can't find another person with a pee-pee who wants to go with me, I still have a sweet backup date because kat asked me on friday.
I have given up on art. It is too hard to enjoy it when every monoprint I make looks like puke and/or doody.
If only doody art had a more appreciative following.
I love creative writing class. I hate that I can't read my own work without hyperventilating. I AM NOT SHY. I want people to hear my stories from my mouth. Why does my body freak out whenever it's my turn to read?