I’m not sure if I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again. I don’t like hearing or overhearing a family member say, “Kendra’s going to be home so one of us has to stay home.” But especially I did not like hearing my brother say to one of his friends while I’m standing right beside him, “I can’t go. I have to watch Kendra.” And watch me. You’re in a whole ’nother room, on a whole ‘nother level of the house, watching a computer screen.
And this is why I hate it — this talk as if I’m an object needing to be watched. I know my parents have good intentions, but I feel like a hassle. I don’t want to and shouldn’t have to feel like one.
I need to watch a few episodes of Codename: Kids Next Door because my friend said he wasn’t sure if the creators were racist or not. Iiiiiderrrknow.
Why do the birds right outside my window like to tweet so early in the goddamn morning?! It’s still dark. Get off twitter. Go sleep so I can try to, too. ;(
I forgot to say that I finally got into my art class!! ugh wooo, glad that is over. Now lemme go find something else to stress about.
These were created right after I applied to art schools freshmen year of high school. Brings back good memories!
I can’t tell which I love the best. Third or fourth? Either way, I’m really into turquoise and light blues right now. As well as these curves that are all incorporated.
Oh, I forgot to mention that while sprinkling, my dad did the Sharks colors which has nothing to do with PTSA. He also hogged the school colors, so I did the spring ones. (btw, he’s actually a better cookie decorator than me -__-)
I wouldn’t mind having this bed. ^__^