I guess we can all go home now.
So, my art teacher somehow conned me into making a life-size Waldo. Don't know how he did it, but suddenly I found myself heading to the wood room to find some wood.
That was weeks ago though, and he's almost done now, I even knit him a scarf!
I'm pretty sure I should probably put a picture on here when it's done.
Today, I didn't have anything to do in art because I've gotta take Waldo home and figure out how to make him stand. So, I resorted to finger painting. Finger painting a big sloppy mess o' colour on some paper and then the substitute art teacher comes by and tries to analyze my painting, telling me it's a lake surrounded by an autumn forest. And I'm like, "No, no. It's just paint on paper..." Why does it have to be something? I mean, it's art. That's what it is. I'M NOT A PART OF YOUR SYSTEM! I THROW IT ON THE GROUND!
Devious Comments
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Perfect; Something that does not exist.
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"When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave the world wondering how the hell you did it"
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
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Perfect; Something that does not exist.
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
You would think they would use a barbie phone or something..
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Perfect; Something that does not exist.
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
You have always been smart with the ideas Miss. Bethany.
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Perfect; Something that does not exist.
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