Shits and Giggles, please.
Yeeeah. I haven't updated in a bit. But that's okay. I'm updating now.
Science fair bites the big one still, even though this is the easiest experiment I've ever done: testing the effects of extreme temperatures on soap bubbles. I got a bitchin' bubble machine that shall be put to good use after my project, and I got the chance to do YOGA. Yes, some of you all probably know I went and almost passed out at the Bikram Yoga place, but it is kind of funny. To test the bubbles in the hot setting was weird because mom had to hold the bubble machine in the air away from the ground and I saw armpit sweat. We accidentally spilt bubble solution on the carpet. And some random dude started telling me he studied that type of stuff, and he knew all about bubbles. Never got his name though.
Art is piling a bit...that freaking portrait of Loli is causing me problems and I never wanted it to. The way the composition is turning out makes me feel retarded. That's the only thing I hate about AP art - You can't work in peace/private. Someone's always watching you or asking you questions. If someone's watching me closely at what I'm doing while making art, I feel uncomfortable and idiotic. Weird, yeah, but whatever. I'm an artist, dammit...I can have these weird qualities. Now I want a shirt that says, "I'm an artist, dammit!" AHHAHAH. Get it? Like, "I'm Gumby, dammit!" Yeah? No? Nevermind.
Yay the Egyptian opening is tomorrow! Mom keeps buying me weird shiny outfits that don't look good because she wants everyone to look Egyptian when we go. I'll just do my make-up heavy or something.
Anyway. Crikey, I'm tired. Nighty-Night shitlins.
Science fair bites the big one still, even though this is the easiest experiment I've ever done: testing the effects of extreme temperatures on soap bubbles. I got a bitchin' bubble machine that shall be put to good use after my project, and I got the chance to do YOGA. Yes, some of you all probably know I went and almost passed out at the Bikram Yoga place, but it is kind of funny. To test the bubbles in the hot setting was weird because mom had to hold the bubble machine in the air away from the ground and I saw armpit sweat. We accidentally spilt bubble solution on the carpet. And some random dude started telling me he studied that type of stuff, and he knew all about bubbles. Never got his name though.
Art is piling a bit...that freaking portrait of Loli is causing me problems and I never wanted it to. The way the composition is turning out makes me feel retarded. That's the only thing I hate about AP art - You can't work in peace/private. Someone's always watching you or asking you questions. If someone's watching me closely at what I'm doing while making art, I feel uncomfortable and idiotic. Weird, yeah, but whatever. I'm an artist, dammit...I can have these weird qualities. Now I want a shirt that says, "I'm an artist, dammit!" AHHAHAH. Get it? Like, "I'm Gumby, dammit!" Yeah? No? Nevermind.
Yay the Egyptian opening is tomorrow! Mom keeps buying me weird shiny outfits that don't look good because she wants everyone to look Egyptian when we go. I'll just do my make-up heavy or something.
Anyway. Crikey, I'm tired. Nighty-Night shitlins.