It's rainy.
That's shitty.
It's not a pretty day... Or atleast not to me. I guess I used to like this s**t winter weather, but not anymore. I don't. Don't. And so now I'm in a pathetic mood. I wish I wasn't, but I'm dumbly affected by my surroundings.
And I have an Algebra II test Wednesday that I don't understand.
I wanna say that I should've stayed home like I had played Innie-Minnie-Miny-Moe for the decision for (and it said I should stay home), but... I don't actually care. What would I have done if I was home all day? Lounge about 'n ponder the entire time on what I should or could do until it was time to go to bed. At least at school I got to work on my art...
I love my art classes...
In my fourth period Fiber Arts class... we're doing this thingy called a yarn painting. And I love it. It's just so... unique. I'd never thought of anything like it before. And when I'm gluing down the yarn pieces I compare that strand of yarn to a mere piece/streak/onelittlebit of a brushstroke and like how I can chop up a single brush stroke like that 'n think of it more... "abstractly" "close-er-ly". It just makes me appreciate a single brushstroke all the more, and I like how the metaphor goes even farther than that. It makes me all giddy in the brain.
Oh. But. Yeah.
Shitty day outside.
Shitty day outside.
- natasha.
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