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So these are the other pieces and sketches that I said I would update. I didn't feel like updating the past entry since... it already seemed too bulky and I would just mess up with the HTML. If anyone would like to see it though, it's here!
Thank you regalsgrrl sooo MUCH for editing and adjusting lights to my pictures! We took pictures of these pieces and sketches after school along the stairs (Because it was the only place we could find natural light). Some pieces where just being rebellious by falling over and falling down the stairs, but overall it was so much fun!

I managed to put these in order so you can see whether or not I have improved. I'll also mark the drawings that I did in the FIRST SESSION of the Calarts figure drawing class (The ones that are every Sunday) and the SECOND SESSION. I'm not sure if I'm going tomorrow for a THIRD, but I hope so because they really are helping me.

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herinia, I HOPE THIS ENTRY MADE SENSE!

Today was an interesting day in my life. You may think of me crazy, but I can’t help that my imagination goes wild at times.
It all started in the morning as I woke up. I literally sat up on my bed and thought back on the dream that I had that night. A nail polish in the middle of the Atlantic. It was strange indeed since I don’t own nail polish! I mean I had nail polish before, but they all ended up in the trash can. Could this perhaps be a sign that nail polish has come to haunt me for throwing them out? Then again, why did I dream about nail polish being in the middle of the Atlantic? These are the questions that filled my mind this morning. I mean I always enjoy looking back on my dream and trying to figure out the meaning behind it. Perhaps this whole nail polish and Atlantic ocean was just something random. I mean I did eat tacos and potatoes yesterday night. IT WAS THE POTATOES!

Anyways, after taking a shower and getting dressed, I remembered the salmon pie that was in the refrigerator. Call me crazy but I absolutely LOVE salmon. So of course I was excited to eat the salmon pie that my father had brought a week ago. But when I opened the refrigerator door and looked at the salmon pie… it has this awful smell and a green substance growing on top of it. It was an expired salmon pie! I was really upset since I had been busy this whole week at school… that I hadn’t noticed the damn salmon pie. That’s also when my mother came into the kitchen and made her daily coffee. While I threw my expired salmon pie, I noticed that my mother was putting her water for her coffee in this cool water heater that her boss has given her. I don’t know what it’s called, but when you put in water, it quickly starts to heat up fast. And do you want to know how it does this? Because the water floods at the top, but burns at the bottom. So because it works this way, heat particles travel all around water.

Enough about my morning though. Let’s move to the afternoon. I had recalled that on Monday we are going to have a damn math test. A MATH TEST ON A MONDAY. You know how awful is that!? And you want to know what’s even more awful!? ... They’re mostly problems that you have to solve with the quadratic equation!! QUADRATIC EQUATION!



THIS EVIL EQUATION OF DOOM!

I swear, math is evil! MATH IS TOO DAMN EVIL. I cannot tolerate math at all! I swear, if math was a real person… it would become a dictator who plans world destruction! That’s how I see math in my eyes. AHHH! … Good thing it’s just a subject that you can solve on paper though. Hahaha! This is what I meant about my imagination getting loose sometimes.

Oh! Damn, I’ll finish this entry later. It’s time for dinner!
In b4, I have a dream about that damn quadratic equation now. 8|

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