Rambling 09 - Dessine-moi un mouton... [RL warning]
I'm in a pure, condensed rambling mode... that means I will jump from subject to subject and there's not much of a chance at me giving sense... Pirates, ye be warned....
Good thing about your parents going to Corsica for a week without you is that they come back bearing gifts.
Which sounds terribly materialistic of me, but you would be materialistic too, if you got Small Prince in french. ♥ *smothers the book in love*
Funny thing is, neither of them knows french and still they went to a francophonic country. Without me. Because, you see, five years of french kind of gives you the ability to act as an interpret to your dear parents who don't speak the beautiful, beautiful language that you do.
But okay, they had fun, they've seen the tower in Pissa - you know, that shabby little piece of work that leans to the side? - and spent some twenty hours on the road... fourty, if you count in the return. While I stayed home, where it was quite cosy if you don't count the rain and the cold, I had the appartment to myself - though I didn't take advantage of it... ah, too bad, some other time - and nobody told me what and when and how to do... and you know what? I did just fine. It kind of gave a huge boost to my ego, to know that I have at least some self-preservatory instincts.
Speaking of ego... I had my first art class of the year today. That was good. Extremely good. It needs a better word than good. Somebody make it up, I'm too lazy.
Anyway, it's interesting that I was very literally falling asleep on my feet all day long, I even slept through a biology test - if you value your life, you won't speak of hormones before or anywhere near me, is that clear? - but when I got to the art school, I was chipper and optimistic... Funny, how these things work. ^^
Anyhow, I started my first painting, it's an art nouveau-ish sprite with loads of butterflies... and it's freaking huge. ^^ I have this feeling it should bother me, but the truth is it doesn't. It was originally meant to be on A3 format, but then I decided it was too small for all the details and went for A1... I'll crop it on the sides a little to get the format Alfons Mucha used for his posters, but still... I don't remember ever working with A1... moreover enjoying it. ^__^ If you want to call me nuts, now's your chance. ^____^
Buuut, why I wrote all this....... Um.... Oh, yes. I've shown my art teacher some pics from my dA gallery and I got complimented~♥ My ego grew at least 20 centimeters at that moment... 8D You see, I have deep respect for the man, he's an amazing artist and even more amazing person and... it's just like dream coming true for me. 8D
....... Falco the albino budgie is making faces at me..... o_____O;
Uh, nevermind. >>;
A friend lent me the last Harry Potter book... what was it's name again, Deathly Hallows? in english. 8D A flea looks like a depressed emo kid compared to me right now. 8D I just started to read it, but as I opened it I went 'Snape my love marry me' immediately... he's such a sweetheart~♥
Huh, now I realized I'm reading three books at the same time again... o.o; And each in different language too... o.o;; (Psst, the third one is in czech and wears the fancy title The Little Mermaid Syndrome... I wanted to read it since forever, I love the way the author writes... ♥ Sadly, she's Czech, so you won't be able to bathe in the beauty that is her story-telling style even if you wanted to...)
Good thing about your parents going to Corsica for a week without you is that they come back bearing gifts.
Which sounds terribly materialistic of me, but you would be materialistic too, if you got Small Prince in french. ♥ *smothers the book in love*
Funny thing is, neither of them knows french and still they went to a francophonic country. Without me. Because, you see, five years of french kind of gives you the ability to act as an interpret to your dear parents who don't speak the beautiful, beautiful language that you do.
But okay, they had fun, they've seen the tower in Pissa - you know, that shabby little piece of work that leans to the side? - and spent some twenty hours on the road... fourty, if you count in the return. While I stayed home, where it was quite cosy if you don't count the rain and the cold, I had the appartment to myself - though I didn't take advantage of it... ah, too bad, some other time - and nobody told me what and when and how to do... and you know what? I did just fine. It kind of gave a huge boost to my ego, to know that I have at least some self-preservatory instincts.
Speaking of ego... I had my first art class of the year today. That was good. Extremely good. It needs a better word than good. Somebody make it up, I'm too lazy.
Anyway, it's interesting that I was very literally falling asleep on my feet all day long, I even slept through a biology test - if you value your life, you won't speak of hormones before or anywhere near me, is that clear? - but when I got to the art school, I was chipper and optimistic... Funny, how these things work. ^^
Anyhow, I started my first painting, it's an art nouveau-ish sprite with loads of butterflies... and it's freaking huge. ^^ I have this feeling it should bother me, but the truth is it doesn't. It was originally meant to be on A3 format, but then I decided it was too small for all the details and went for A1... I'll crop it on the sides a little to get the format Alfons Mucha used for his posters, but still... I don't remember ever working with A1... moreover enjoying it. ^__^ If you want to call me nuts, now's your chance. ^____^
Buuut, why I wrote all this....... Um.... Oh, yes. I've shown my art teacher some pics from my dA gallery and I got complimented~♥ My ego grew at least 20 centimeters at that moment... 8D You see, I have deep respect for the man, he's an amazing artist and even more amazing person and... it's just like dream coming true for me. 8D
....... Falco the albino budgie is making faces at me..... o_____O;
Uh, nevermind. >>;
A friend lent me the last Harry Potter book... what was it's name again, Deathly Hallows? in english. 8D A flea looks like a depressed emo kid compared to me right now. 8D I just started to read it, but as I opened it I went 'Snape my love marry me' immediately... he's such a sweetheart~♥
Huh, now I realized I'm reading three books at the same time again... o.o; And each in different language too... o.o;; (Psst, the third one is in czech and wears the fancy title The Little Mermaid Syndrome... I wanted to read it since forever, I love the way the author writes... ♥ Sadly, she's Czech, so you won't be able to bathe in the beauty that is her story-telling style even if you wanted to...)