Disturbia

I thought I had lost my inspiration but a tiny lesbian gave it back.

Well, school is a drag. Some days I feel very optimistic about my work and other times not. I guess that's just depends. I have Tracy tomorrow so hopefully I can tell her about my lack of fun happening in art. It's sad, I really think it depends on what teacher I have. One is very uninspiring and the other is brilliant. They both hate each other, they'res comical values there.

Isn't wierd when you're typing and your hands are cold, weird.

Happy Blipping.