Guests, like fish, begin to stink after three days.
...or even less, in the case of my mad uncle. I'm already thouroughly sick of trying to explain my generation's cultural phenomena, and it's not even Monday yet. I hardly get a word in edgewise without being hopelessly rude, too, since my father insists on answering questions directed at me as soon as he can cut into my talking. Family is a pain, done with that conclusion. I've reached it before.
We're planning to go to the Japanese cultural gardens. I'm looking forward to that, maybe I'll do some sketching or write a little poetry. That would be nice; If I do, rest assured at least some of it will be posted. I've also been doing a little bit of photography and poetry over on Deviantart-- I'm registered on their as a 17-year-old guy by the name of Sam Harris. Look up lyrics for Pretty Little Dead Girl if you don't get the joke. Feel free to go check the stuff out by way of this nifty little link. Note this link is one way for a reason; I don't KNOW if my art account is monitored. Please use your good sense, and please comment on the art ;)
Hasta la pasta!
We're planning to go to the Japanese cultural gardens. I'm looking forward to that, maybe I'll do some sketching or write a little poetry. That would be nice; If I do, rest assured at least some of it will be posted. I've also been doing a little bit of photography and poetry over on Deviantart-- I'm registered on their as a 17-year-old guy by the name of Sam Harris. Look up lyrics for Pretty Little Dead Girl if you don't get the joke. Feel free to go check the stuff out by way of this nifty little link. Note this link is one way for a reason; I don't KNOW if my art account is monitored. Please use your good sense, and please comment on the art ;)
Hasta la pasta!