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I moved... articuladyarticuladyarticulady

I finally came up with a name, it's taken me days and much too long for something so trivial as a name so I settled and accepted.
New journal articulady for a while i'll add anyone who adds me so please do! It'll save me the trouble of adding people one by one.
If you like reading about my boring life or anything follow me, it's getting turned upside down and this is one of the things that'll chronicle it. Because I love chronicling...?

I'm done with this journal. I'm making one for the new year as soon as I think of a name.

I went and completed my English final today, an essay on an essay. I was sassy in it, but we were supposed to analyze it and the author just wasn't cutting it. So many fallacies.
I then picked up my independent study form for Mr. H's drawing class. Previously on my last day of painting I had asked him if I could take the class even though I'm leaving in the beginning of April, he said I should just do independent study. I told him I just wanted to learn more from him, he's a wellspring of every type of artistic expression out there. He even said I could just come to class unofficially, that's how rad he is. I declined of course.
Then I tried to find the old vet we used to go to but failed miserably, twice, so I went to the other one to get Lillie's toothbrush. I was made aware, again, how horrible this islands over-population is. The tiny straight parking spaces and tiny parking lots in general. Rude people. I tried to get as straight as I could but I was hot and t.o.'d so I just left it, my back wheel was on the line crookedly, an older local man was all "look you're double parked, see?" and I told him I couldn't park and then continued under my breath that maybe he should just park for me since he's so attentive and maybe get me a closer spot then all the way down the road to the supermarket. People give such dirty looks when I'm struggling in my car.
I also got some Liquin for my oil paints, and a bearded homeless guy smiled and waved at me.

I really need to start painting or doing something since I decided and announced that I was going to pursue art instead of going back to traditional college. Since then I have made nothing, but it's been raining crazy cakes here and as of now I can only use my oil paints outside.
I dream of having a studio when we move. Dreamy.
I don't feel as though anyone reads this anymore except for maybe 2 or so people so I think I'm just going to start posting here more and not worry about annoying people's friends pages. Delete me if I am or something.



Lillie's breaking out on her chin so I'm treating her with kitty-Clearasil aka Pyoben gel

I wish I would do the things I think about all the time and that people would see me the way I want to be seen.

Lillie and I made Christmas Card pictures. We even have matching bows.




Dang it's too bad we don't have people to send them to, nor the funds. Lillie looks fab as always, now with a handmade bow though.


I am so glad I'm not going back to school.







(ps. her "trying to get away" is totally overly dramatic, she loved it)