This morning when my mother was gone, my Father and I re arranged our front room and turned it into an art studio of sorts. We've been planning on doing this for a while, but my mother has heavily refused to hear of any such nonsense. Violently Opposed. But we did it anyways. After she came home, we decided it may not be a good idea after all, so who knows whether we will actually do anything there or not. I may have to take my painting back to the dungeon. But nonetheless I intend to start oil painting within the next week or so.
now for the other business. my love life has somewhat surprisingly gone nowhere, But hey whatever. One of my faithful Blog stalkers mentioned that I should write a book (I've decided not to name said person, because then it gives a mysterious taste to the whole thing). I don't know what she wants me to write about, I assume my life. I've tried to write a book or so before. Never made it very far. Though I have been giving her suggestion quite a bit of thought. Might be pretty entertaining. Though I already have to write two plays and a movie. So it would be a while If I ever got around to it. Anyways, I still burst into seemingly Random Grins. But they aren't random. There is a great reason behind it. Prom. I told you all I'd be smiling for months about it, and I spoke the truth.
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