I was told to smile

Jun 16, 2003 07:32

warning: entry make include mild sappiness

After spending the weekend with Bapa, I feel better about my art and my plans. He feels that I have something going for me in the art world. Watching his face while he flips the pages of my work, trying to figure out what I was feeling at the time is magic. If my father is the only person slighty moved my my work, I am fine with that. When he came to the end of my little book, there was the chalk drawling of him holding me. Tears came down his face, and I started to cry as well. I know my dad isn't known for being...well...a dad. But hell, he's my best friend. And maybe its better he is that way he is. He never has acted like father, and I love that. He treats me like Im a friend. And I wouldn't want it anyother way.

Things with Stephen are well, I miss him. He works hard and is getting his act together. I respect him for that. He cares a lot for me, and I care a lot for him. Im not sure if he wants to go to the church prom thing, but oh well if he doesn't.

I was being a jerk to Mike, he was being a jerk to me. We move on. And things are well again.

I love my friends. You all are hot and just grand.
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