THIS WEEKEND HAS BEEN FAIRLY GOOD, WOULDN'T YOU SAY?
Or has it? I'm dying to know.
I mean it's been good for me but if not for you then BARRRRGH I'M SORRY.

Yesterday I cleaned for hours, and in the end it still appeared that my room had been through the amazing transformation of destruction via pipe bomb, if that makes any of you feel better.


BUT today, I gawts to focus on my arts! I've been working with charcoal some more (the picture I'm constructing is dedicated to my angsty inner 12 year old lol), and then I went to Gabby's, where we almost 'sploded ourselves. THANKS, TURPENTINE. >:l THE STORY: Gabby's dad got bigger cans of paint thinner and turpentine (instead of turpenoid, which we used last time). And holy jfioeajofe. Real turpentine smells like DEAAAAAAAATH. Like CORPSES AND HORSE SHIT AND ACIDIC CHEMICALS. Therefore we were forced to paint outside due to lack of circulation in Gabby's house, and to be frank, we were not amused.

Son, I am disappoint.

It. Was. Chillay. (Haha her parents were like PUT ON SHOES YOU'LL GET COLD, and I coolly responded NO WAI. MY FEETZ LEIK IT)

Then Gabby's dad had the brilliant idea of starting a fire in the outdoor fireplace while we worked on our second layers. Um, yeah. We were both equally concerned about the vapors from the turpentine aggravating the fire because, as most artists know, turpentine is highly flammable.

But NO. GABBY'S DAD "KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING"
WHICH IS WHY THE FIRE PRACTICALLY ROARED TO LIFE AND STARTED POPPING SHIT EVERYWHAR. Even after we turned the gas off it was still sparking, which creeped us out a wee bit.

Here are some low-quality webcam pics of my painting after its second layer:

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I'm so parouuud. ;____; It's got a long way to go, but still. My heart is swelling with absolute joy. MY FIRST CHILD<3

Now that I've ranted about my weekend pleasure (lolololol dirty), reality awaits tomorrow. Monday. Gross. :c ONLY TWO DAYS. TWO. DAYS.

YOU CAN DO THIS, KRISTA
YOU CAN DO THIS
YOU CAN-- *spontaneously shoots self in face* *blood splatters on walls*
Shit. That didn't go as planned.

JUST KIDDING SUICIDE WILL BE PUT OFF UNTIL LATER BECAUSE... um...
I still have to watch Adam Lambert perform on the AMAs. Oh god if it's his new song, For Your Entertainment, I think I'll jizz in my pants.



You know you like it.