I'm playing around with my layout. Constructive criticism please. This is my my absolute favorite painting in the whole world. I fell in love with Monet so long ago, when I was 16 and have since found other fabulous forms of art. Impressionism remains my favorite. Once, while we were visiting Ryan's mom in D.C., right after the 9/11 attacks, they had a Monet exhibit at the Smithsonian. I stood in front of this very painting for half an hour, in awe. I never thought I would get to see it up close.
I will die a happy woman the day I get to see his water lilly canvases. Of course, that also means I have to go to Paris. Double bonus there.
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I missed class working on my layout this morning. I didn't even realize I had sat right through when I should be learning about algebraic expressions while I was staring with a wrinkled brow and my tongue sticking out between my teeth at little lines of HTML.
The first time I met my friend Nina she had on bulls-eye contacts. I was afraid to look her in the eyes as we spoke.
I have wrinkles amassing around my eyes. I'm going to be one of those old ladies that looks like she laughed her entire life away. I don't think I laugh enough though. I want to laugh more. I can't remember when I lost my sense of humor.
My one vanity is my small hands and feet. I'm inordinately proud of them. It's a silly thing to be proud of.
She woke up this morning and told me she had a dream about our future. I looked at her, feeling stupidly scared. Is my child a visionary?
It involved a happy meal today.
I think she's just trying to finagle fast food out of me.
Shhh, here's a secret. . I want more babies. Many many more. I miss having little ones. She's outgrowing my hugs and kisses and cuddles. If they are all as beautiful and weird and smart and spunky as her I will be a lucky woman.
My favorite shoes in the whole world. I stole them from a bowling alley when I was 17. I was drunk (of course) and bowling with my sister, my boyfriend Derrek, and her boyfriend Adam. I put them on, loved them, saw they were the only ones they had like them, and walked out to my car. I took them off, walked back in in my socks, and played the rest of my game. The people never noticed.
Later, however, I wore the shoes to school and a student teacher noticed them. She worked at the bowling alley I had taken them from. She demanded that I give them to her and I insisted that she give me the ten bucks I had paid for them at a thrift store. My skills of bullshitting were astronomical back then. She let me keep the shoes.
Once I asked Ryan what they said about me. I thought they said I was unique or weird or fun loving. He said they implied that I was a thief.
Oh yeah, and that too of course.
Analise's favorite shoes. She likes to wear them with sundresses.
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I think I may go to Japan.
It would be an adventure.
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I slept two hours last night. I want only to sit in the shade and watch the day pass bye.
I am smiling today and I have no reason to.
Question of the day: Layout. .. constructive criticism please. And, what do your favorite shoes look like?