September continues and MY DOOM IS NIGH. No I mean it this time. Since... since when did we even have an art club, and what would make anybody think I ...
Whatttt.
But I can't just be like "hey no I'm trying to be the world's best tennis player ever here, guys, sorry but fuck off!" because that'd be like GIVING UP and giving up is for losers!
There is something really painfully, upsettingly ironic about this song coming on on iTunes right now. So, so many levels of wrong right there.
... I wonder if any of my sister's stupid arty friends have, like, art supply shit I can borrow. Or something. I've only got some Pochacco markers that grandma gave me a couple of years ago, and like half of those are run out. Hey wait why am I trying to put effort into this?
I can bust out some crazy shit with a permanent marker or something, and be all, "yeah, it's artistic. the fact that it's in black and white represents the balance of good and evil and the duality of human nature." Or something arty like that. I don't know. What BS do art kids make up to justify their shit?
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red_eye_terror) wrote,
spazz!!!
