hi.
I was thinking the other day. I really wish I had kept a journal throughout my childhood into teen years. My mom had one from the 60's through 70's. It was amazing, she said such ridiculous things that make all of us laugh like: "I HATE JULIE" (my aunt), "Today was a mean drag" or, "teacher caught us smoking in the bathroom again today." I just wish i could have something like that to show my kids someday. But then I remembered I have this modern internet journal that i've been keeping since 2001, It hardly is the same though. I was reading back a bit and I wrote some strange things in here, how to get it in a hard copy form without killing a million trees? Hmm i'll figure it out someday.
Anyways, I drew a picture of Super Spud. I was bored:
I can't wait until my art class this where I can draw REAL things that matter.
I guess I'm going to go be a girl and paint my nails now, they're chipping. Not like there's anything else to do.
Peaceee