The Day After Yesterday
So it's the day after yesterday, and I'm no longer angry, but I am crushed. I mean, how can someone do that, just walk in and steal something from someone? I don't know if I'm going to replace it, Marc, you might get some extra games and controllers stored at your house for awhile. Xbox just doesn't seem right. I tried playing some Halo: Combat Evolved on Bak's box and just sucked it up against SNAKE, who's ass I can usually kick (ok, so we're about even). Maybe I'll pick up Halflife 2 when my paycheck comes in next week or whenever. Or maybe I'll save my money and go visit Sarah in Alaska for part of winter break...
Last night art suddenly clicked for me. I was working on a project (late of course), and I was suddenly like, this is fun! Graphite is perferred medium so far. Scary, I don't wanna be a starving artist!
Oh, and Sarah wanted to paint my nails black, and did. So for the next few days I look even more punk (wearing the beanie, the wristband, stuff).
Last night art suddenly clicked for me. I was working on a project (late of course), and I was suddenly like, this is fun! Graphite is perferred medium so far. Scary, I don't wanna be a starving artist!
Oh, and Sarah wanted to paint my nails black, and did. So for the next few days I look even more punk (wearing the beanie, the wristband, stuff).