Rung in the New Year chilling and playing Just Dance. The usual squeaky clean activity I participate in. I'm sorry I'm not more exciting. But I do have a resolution. It's to stop hating. If hatas are gon' hate, I suppose I shouldn't. I'm sick of it and it makes me feel mean. And Texas has an uncanny way of pointing out that the things I say are, indeed, gossip. Our drama class gossips most of the time, actually. It's just not okay. I want to be nice to people.
So on a totally unrelated note I like drawing. And I do draw. I creep on Facebooks and steal photogenic pictures and copy them, if that's not super creepy. I tend to think it is but whatever. It's public for a reason. So I can integrate you into my creative psyche. BWAHAHAHA. Most people don't know I like to draw other than doodles for general amusement. But I do. So there's that. I said all of that to suggest perhaps I should scan them and put them here. Then the whole internets can revel in my mediocrity and my friends and followers (of who I have none) can tell me I'm wonderful because all they can draw are stick figures.
I have come to the realization that when boys write songs about how great girls are it's really cute.
|This is the internet's interpretation of "sweet teenage boy"|
|No, really, this is the face of a doting woman. Right? Right, world?|
|I am the one person in the world who draws better faces than inanimate objects. I swear.|
|Okay, this is a Guess jeans ad. But.... still on the internet.|