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I did all my A2 at school after turning in my 20th century music literature paper on John Williams (if anybody cares to, you can go read it a http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/20thcentury). And we have an In-class Essay in English tomorrow, but I'll manage without studying (although I do have a C at the moment in English because of a zero because of an absence). And no quiz in Algebra, so I'll just be learning new stuff (Progress report grade in A2 is an F, but only because she didn't get the make-up test and 50-point worksheet grades in soon enough).
So I'm here with nothing to do except go make dinner (yum, cheesy hamburger), read this book about a pregnant 15-year old (I finished Tiger Burning Bright, and it was gooood), or lounge in front of the computer, so here I am. Although I suppose I oughta be working on my commission (fellow cello's mother asked for a painting to frame in her office cause the walls are all blank). I dunno how much to charge for it... she's already given me a dollar (or a dollar equivalent; she bought me a hot dog in NY when I didn't have any money). It's and A4 sketch at the moment, soon to be an A4 watercolor/prisma. I'm proud of it. I'll post it soon.
It was such a gorgeous day today. The azaleas are all going crazy with their hot pink flowers, and the oaks are all nice and green, and the grass too. Shiny day. Yesterday was the first day of spring, and it was cold. It would have fit better if it was like today. You know what feels really good? At least to me. Lean really far back in a cushiony place and stretch, with your arms over your head, and get slightly light-headed. It's even better if you can get somebody to rub your tummy. And even better, have somebody play gently with your hair (Ayo is the best hair-player/head-petter I've ever had). Of course, the epitome of comfort is petting/massage. I played with India's hand today in History. I wish somebody would play with my hand. Or my hair. Or my foot. I guess I'll have to go lie on my bed and have Shadow or Baby walk on me. Umbra and Zair don't like the instability of my waterbed; the ground's not supposed to move, they say. But Umbra spends all her time lying in the box of silk clothes that recently came out of Mama's closet. Zair's usually outside. Baby and Shadow are the ones who lie on my bed, which is funny, because they don't really get along. Shadow whaps Baby on the nose if she tries to eat near him, and she sits there and hisses at him if he comes too close. But they lie on opposite ends of my bed, and sit on opposite ends of me if I'm there. It's so nice. And I try not to step on the when I go in my bathroom, because they invariably follow me in there because they think I'll put more food in their bowls. And if I do, then everybody else shows up. Now I'm hungry. I guess I'll go get some food. Yum, celery and cream cheese, and cheesy ground beef. Or maybe not. It would require getting up. No, I think I'll play DII instead.
So I'm here with nothing to do except go make dinner (yum, cheesy hamburger), read this book about a pregnant 15-year old (I finished Tiger Burning Bright, and it was gooood), or lounge in front of the computer, so here I am. Although I suppose I oughta be working on my commission (fellow cello's mother asked for a painting to frame in her office cause the walls are all blank). I dunno how much to charge for it... she's already given me a dollar (or a dollar equivalent; she bought me a hot dog in NY when I didn't have any money). It's and A4 sketch at the moment, soon to be an A4 watercolor/prisma. I'm proud of it. I'll post it soon.
It was such a gorgeous day today. The azaleas are all going crazy with their hot pink flowers, and the oaks are all nice and green, and the grass too. Shiny day. Yesterday was the first day of spring, and it was cold. It would have fit better if it was like today. You know what feels really good? At least to me. Lean really far back in a cushiony place and stretch, with your arms over your head, and get slightly light-headed. It's even better if you can get somebody to rub your tummy. And even better, have somebody play gently with your hair (Ayo is the best hair-player/head-petter I've ever had). Of course, the epitome of comfort is petting/massage. I played with India's hand today in History. I wish somebody would play with my hand. Or my hair. Or my foot. I guess I'll have to go lie on my bed and have Shadow or Baby walk on me. Umbra and Zair don't like the instability of my waterbed; the ground's not supposed to move, they say. But Umbra spends all her time lying in the box of silk clothes that recently came out of Mama's closet. Zair's usually outside. Baby and Shadow are the ones who lie on my bed, which is funny, because they don't really get along. Shadow whaps Baby on the nose if she tries to eat near him, and she sits there and hisses at him if he comes too close. But they lie on opposite ends of my bed, and sit on opposite ends of me if I'm there. It's so nice. And I try not to step on the when I go in my bathroom, because they invariably follow me in there because they think I'll put more food in their bowls. And if I do, then everybody else shows up. Now I'm hungry. I guess I'll go get some food. Yum, celery and cream cheese, and cheesy ground beef. Or maybe not. It would require getting up. No, I think I'll play DII instead.
