Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
I want to go home. I don't want to go to play practice.
I want to go home to my new tablet and in-progress drawings...
Not so bad. Well, no. First act I managed to fuck up royally... twice. >.< Amy and I are fuck-ups extraordinare. She's not paying attention to the lights to give me cues and I'm not paying attention period.
Second act, we tried to pull our shit together. One minor mistake on my part, a more mjor one on hers.
It'll work itself out at tomorrow's performance. I hope.
It usually does, oddly enough.
Found another girl who cuts who isn't a goth. She's in my physics class. I saw the cuts on her forearm, ran up, trailed my fingers over them, and bared my own wrist. Now she's sharing these books about cutting with me. >.< It's like a sisterhood, or something.
A new generation's anorexia.
My charcoal skull piece is hanging up in the school showcase. People keep telling me "Great picture!" and I go "Dur?". I always forget it's there. But Mrs. V and Mrs. D were both going on and on about how good it is...
It better be. It took long enough. Also had to relate what animals the skulls came from. Baby beaver, cat, and raccoon. Possibly. Miss Atkins didn't really know. I think she was making educated guesses, except on the baby beaver (which, incidently, still had the brain inside. You can shake it and make a very rhythmic instrument).
Oh... DO NOT FORGET TO GET FORMS SIGNED TO GO TO ART MUSEUM TOMORROW! Sorry... note to self.
DON'T FORGET, DAMMIT!