All Of My Blind Ambition Has Left Me Deaf With Perfect Vision
I had to write a picture prompt yesterday. You know, they give you a picture, you write a story. Mrs. Vanatta gave us rules, like "Make sure that there is dialog." and "Keep the story very close to the picture, and do not add characters that are not in the picture."
We got a picture of a bottle on a beach.

My bed has been able to make me happier than anything else has at all these past few weeks. I found myself writing poetry in my head this morning about how comfortable it was and how nice it made me feel.

I got home, and all of the doors were locked. I ended up sitting outside for an hour until Kaila and Matt came to pick me up. (At least I know now to get a Black tea vente no water soy latte next time I come to Starbucks.)
The worst part is that it turns out that the back door really was open, it just took a lot of muscle to get it open because the metal was frozen shut.

I've started to draw a lot lately. I still need to nudge my mom more into getting me a tablet and a scanner... but over all, I'm just really happy that I'm drawing again.

I haven't been able to really talk to Mark for the past few days. Work and school are so hard on him. He's my hero for making it through all of that garbage.

A month from now I will regret having all of these entries with nothing really meaningful in them and delete them all.