Great news! There is a new addition to my new art studio family. I have aquired my pop-pop's drawing table. And I have a wonderful bright light! YAY. You know, I've never had a really real art niche area.
It's very very nice. With my own beautiful window. And space to move. My little doggie coming to and fro from it. And the best thing of all? I USED my little area today! Yes, das ist right!!! I'm doing a portfolio piece for art class for my portfolio! And I think it'll be okay. I will try to punch it up a notch with superior painting skills and color theory, but don't expect brilliance. So far I have gotten all of the shapes and lines laid out so I know What goes Where. I'm gonna work on it even more tomorrow in art class. Hooraaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Wunderbar!!!! I wish I had a little japanese thingy that shuts me off from the rest of the room so I can completely concentrate on my art. I have fucking boys on the mind though. Damn it. Stop infecting my mind! I need to do my art, thankyou.

Aggghh. I'm always whinging and complaining about boys and being only one and lonely, but dammit. I will get no work done. Hormones, I will defeat you when I must!!! Otherwise I suppose I'll embrace you.

But I have my eye on you.


Hormones are like parasites. Making you do their will. Making us multiply ourselves that way. That is what it all really is. Attraction = Most able to survive = Better babies = More humans. What the hell kind of logic is this, anyways? Why must there be more of us? We are overrunning the plannet. Shouldn't nature step in like it does with the rest of the animal kingdom and deal with our hormones? Or maybe it's fine just killing us with weather. Oh well.