April 3, 2008
I hate art. From now I do anyway.
Well I love love love art, that's why I took the stupid fucking course
but still, my art h/w is getting me down, it's like you do it in school and its great,
and it all turns out perfectly, just like you want it, then you come home,
and you can't find the scissors, can't find the pt1 paint brush, can't find acrylics,
can't find the paper, and the glue...where the fuck was that? Not in the cupboard.
So you get dead frustrated and it all goes wrong, and then, then,
you put to much water on the watercolour bit, and you have to pin it down outside,
with rocks, just so the fucking thing dries.
Then you think it's dry bring it in, then
where the fuck did I manage to put the watercolours I had in my hand 2 seconds ago,
so I go on a hunt for those, find em, put paint to paper and guess what?!
The fucking colours seep into the background colour.
And then I poke a hole though the too-wet paper!
WUP-DE-FUCKING-DO.
So that's fucked.
so deb law can go piss into the wind.
'cause I am not doing it.
other than that, good day,
how bout everyone else?
x
P.S. NEW PJ'S :D
