Lovely

GUESS WHOSE ESSAYS STILL AREN'T DOOOOONE?

Although it hardly matters, anyway. As soon as I finish one, my professors are like, "Here! Have some more!"

I had this great textured paper left over from an art piece I did years ago, and thought it would look nice and grainy with colored pencil. Also, I had John William Waterhouse on the mind, so along came Christine or some random Pre-Raphaelite lady sitting on a tree stump. I always thought of Christine as someone who would be most comfortable in nature, especially since she had a rustic sort of childhood. Actually, if you think about it, Christine's kind of a country bumpkin. I would kill to see her start playing the banjo around Erik. He'd probably convulse and start foaming at the mouth. "GOD, MAKE IT STOP, I BESEECH YOU, MAKE THE BLUEGRASS STOP!!"

(Incidentally, my grandmother's a country gal and loves bluegrass, which is really cute, but a little bluegrass goes a long way. For me, at least. After about a half an hour of listening to Merle Haggard on her stereo, I have the same reaction as Erik. But then again, no one gets my love of opera, either, so I guess we're even.)

I seriously can't wait until break. I have about a month to go before I get a month of freedom before summer classes start, and I'm going to draw, draw, draw 'till my daddy takes the T-Bird away.

OH HO HO, DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?


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