Did she just smile? No way!
This just in: I am happy. And this is a nice feeling to have.
Maybe it was to do with seeing the cup half full or something, I don't know.
Tomorrow I was going to go to Henry, stop by and say hello. But when I go their all the small feelings rise to the top once more. Feeling small never really died. When Alice took the bite of the wrong cookie, and was very tall then all of a sudden shot down. I walk on campus and BAM! I am little again. I am acting stupid. Forgive me love.
I went to paint at Balboa park today, as always no one is at Angel Wings. Best place in the park and no one remembers about it. Great for me. While painting a monk came up to me and made a bit of a chat, He is my new best friend. (not really but how cool would that be to say your best friend is a monk, really now!) I can't remeber his name so I think I will call him Puck. Puck the Monk! (some one tell me to shut up now, really)
(bell rang, I'll update this post later)
Edit: So yes, Puck the Monk is a swell guy, he talked to me about art for a little while. Told me I was a little fire ball if he's ever seen one. (I punched a guy in the stomack because he wouldn't back off, I was playing but I knew it kinda hurt.)
So by next week we will be moving, do I have anything packed? Well that would be a big fat NOPE. Oh well, Im sure I can do it when the moving men are here. No big deal.
Ending note: Happy is nice sometimes, look into it
Maybe it was to do with seeing the cup half full or something, I don't know.
Tomorrow I was going to go to Henry, stop by and say hello. But when I go their all the small feelings rise to the top once more. Feeling small never really died. When Alice took the bite of the wrong cookie, and was very tall then all of a sudden shot down. I walk on campus and BAM! I am little again. I am acting stupid. Forgive me love.
I went to paint at Balboa park today, as always no one is at Angel Wings. Best place in the park and no one remembers about it. Great for me. While painting a monk came up to me and made a bit of a chat, He is my new best friend. (not really but how cool would that be to say your best friend is a monk, really now!) I can't remeber his name so I think I will call him Puck. Puck the Monk! (some one tell me to shut up now, really)
(bell rang, I'll update this post later)
Edit: So yes, Puck the Monk is a swell guy, he talked to me about art for a little while. Told me I was a little fire ball if he's ever seen one. (I punched a guy in the stomack because he wouldn't back off, I was playing but I knew it kinda hurt.)
So by next week we will be moving, do I have anything packed? Well that would be a big fat NOPE. Oh well, Im sure I can do it when the moving men are here. No big deal.
Ending note: Happy is nice sometimes, look into it