From the Heart of Discouragement to the Head of Pride

From the Heart of Discouragement to the Head of Pride

I almost didn't publish something today. Hang on, hang on, there's a reason. (There always is...) This wasn't just me being lazy and furtively ignoring my blogging accountability partner. (Which I would *cough* NEVER *cough cough* do... *choke*) The reason I almost didn't post today is ACTUALLY because of you guys. Yep. It's YOUR fault. [...]

Ink Pens, Abstracts, and the End of All Things (mainly art class)

Ink Pens, Abstracts, and the End of All Things (mainly art class)

Monday was the last day of art class, and I have but one thing to say to you all: FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOM. *wild screeching* *energetic fist-pumping* *crazed cackling* *flips the table* I get to paint what I want now. No more modern art. No more mutilated-looking fish. Nothing but a blank canvas and the prospect of as [...]

Liebster Award (because I’m special and got nominated twice)

Liebster Award (because I’m special and got nominated twice)

Guys. I'm special. I got nominated again for the Liebster Award, and because I've recently discovered an inner soul connection with blog tags of all varieties, I'm totally doing this thing. (And I also kinda didn't feel like writing anything sensible this week. But anyway.) So, official rules and regulations are as follows: Acknowledge the [...]

Soup Cozies, Corn Husks, and Anna’s Makeshift Head Gear

Soup Cozies, Corn Husks, and Anna’s Makeshift Head Gear

My sister is in Peru. (Smooth, Sarah. Just jump right in, and maybe they won't notice that you skipped the intro after seventeen failed attempts to write one.) As of yesterday, my sister has been in Peru for a week, and she'll stay in Peru for another week yet. Laying concrete, or something equally monotonous. [...]

Broken Bones, Murdered Fish, and Mom’s Stellar Painting Suggestions

Broken Bones, Murdered Fish, and Mom’s Stellar Painting Suggestions

Lately, I've been feeling the insatiable urge to paint a masterpiece. Which is great, if you know what to do it of. Which I didn't. As usual. So I did what any self-respecting teenager would do---I turned to my mother for help. WHY, I don't know, since she never suggests anything decent (AKA anything I [...]