So... Paint on my Fingertips. Listening to some psychedelic MGMT song "Of Moons, Birds, & Monsters".
I was beginning to get bored trying to practice my spanish h/w, so I flipped the cue cards around and began drawing with pencil, marker. I think it would've been better if this person/whatever had their tongue sticking out. My sister had to state that the drawing was of an Iranian women (no pun intended), and I had to be antagonistic towards her.
I insisted furiously that it was McQueen inspired lipsticked woman mimicking a failed Louise Brooks hairstyle. With Ali Michael eyebrows. And the makeup... no comment.
I guess this is how I feel at the moment; in pieces of a puzzle with a 100o pieces. I go to a private school, and they don't offer amazing courses such as journalism, fashion design, for informative technology (where you make movies). Their art courses aren't even strong at all. At the same time, I want to graduate an American university. At the same time, I want to move back to Canada (home). Argh! I think, though I am fourteen, puberty is striking me with a slap. Hard in the face. I never knew why people with "adolescence" had a difficult school year (screaming, breaking, taking drugs etc.) Now I understand. I'm confused as ever. Eek; Got to sort this out soon.
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