I now see surrealism in some kind of new light.
There need be no connections.
It is all in a dream. I feel that I can truly paint idea #4 from my list of ideas and continue with it until it is done.
I'm not yet done my illustration, but soon. And then I have to work on a portrait of Snickers, Michael's doggy that died recently. She was such a good dog.

And once again, I am feeling crushed by my crush, but he is a new old crush. Agh. I wish for once the people I like would like me back and show me or tell me somehow. But this of course is idealistic. It never works out that way. This crush actually has some meaning behind it because it's not just some new guy that came into my life all of the sudden, and because I don't know him well enough, I like him based on his looks or general attitude or whatever.
My old crush was like that. The one I was so hung up over. That was just a fit of raging hormones. He doesn't care much about things but he was really handsome (hah, no one says handsome anymore). I thought we shared the same interests. I stopped talking to him for a bit to see what he'd do, and he did nothing. So I continued to do nothing. If he makes no effort, I won't either. Fuck that.

I must go attend to my German homework and creative writing. Shit. Maybe I could skip Friday. Or last period. I will not have 13 stories by Friday, I'll tell you that. Maybe 4. I honestly have no time to do it.