I accidentally elbowed one of my guy friends in his naughty bits and he was still nice to me. To be honest, my entire day has been like this.
I realized that I had friends when I was down a hallway with a girl who was in the process of trying to scrape crap off of her foot.
I realized that I was good at something when I was assembling a book of my figure drawings for Mrs. Porter's class. It was an odd feeling, taping everything down in the middle of a blank floor. I felt as if I were Clare from Love Walked In, all sparkling with pride after she finished crafting a book for "Annika and the Bears." (Ha, Jenny, I haven't read much of anything in a while. Can you tell?)
Wow, google. Thank you so much for leading me to
this.
"Thought I was laying in the gutter with
Milk cartons and bones
But I was standing on a mountaintop
Looking over your homes
Thought I was laying in my garden with
My hands deep in soil
But I was there on an island
Shooting flares at your bones"
-Cold War Kids
"Dreams Old Men Dream"