Welcome, weary traveller, to my Monday.
It started off pretty lousy. Mornings are never pleasant. The day went on, as any other day would, and it wasn't as horrible as I had aniticipated. I mean, it wasn't super happy, but it wasn't "Oh my God I'm going to blow up the school!" either. Which is what I'm usually thinking. Oh well. At the end of the day I got splashed with dirty puddle muck, all over my lovely new shoes. So that wasn't so good. But then I came home, tidied my room, and played with Wysteria, the My Little Pony.
I looked at the picture on my wall. It was weird. It looks almost real in the soft light from my lamp. I was so tired. I took off my cardigan and skirt, snuggled down under the blanket, and stared vacantly at the wall. I don't know what to draw. I want to draw something.
But back to the long and trying school day. I handed in my half-assed newspaper project, and it actually might get a decent mark. I got 100% on my art project, but the horn came off of my unicorn, so I had to file it down and just make it a horse with purple and grey hair. I'm going to make a new horn for it, but I have other things to do right now.
Tomorrow I am going to my Dad's, getting drunk, and making cookies. Yeah, you all think I'm drinking to "escape from my problems". Well I'm not. Normally, yes, but I have discovered the secret to making me a master chef: booze. And by master chef, I mean I can make sugar cookies. But they are really good. By my standards. And such adorable cookie cutters. The only bad thing about going to my Dad's is that I have to pack, and I hate lugging my stuff around on the bus.
So I hope you are all in good health and happiness. If not, well...welcome to the club! We have free cookies!