I've got nothing fun to write about, because my pretend hippie art teacher has me up AGAIN painting. I got my first compliment today though. I can mix colors to match something like a professional paint mixer. I had no idea Menard's hired pros, but I guess I can quit school, my fate is sealed. When I was little I wanted to be a professional crayon sharpener, so I imagine that's where I got my start in loving colors. Psh. All I have to say is the picture is symmetrical enough dammit! If it doesn't have to be exact, then you leave it wide open lady. Now start being nice like real hippies, instead of a ballbuster. You're only teaching a fucking art class. So, maybe my mojo will be set tomorrow after, "Angry After Dark Paint Time", is over.
