purple paint.

Finals are coming up so soon. For some reason I thought they were a week later than they actually are. So, I'm definitely stressing over finals and whatnot. On top of that I have that painting research paper and this ridiculous but hopefully simple compare/contrast essay. For painting we had to pick an art movement and an artist. I picked abstract expressionism and Kandinsky. I have to write a research report on both of those and paint a painting in the abstract expressionism style! I'm not as worried about the research report as I probably should be. I'm actually more nervous and worried about the painting. We have to present it to the class on finals day. I guess I'm worried because abstract expressionism isn't from a photo or anything, it is your emotions on canvas. I'm afraid to make myself so vulnerable. Last time I made myself vulnerable I got hurt, and I don't want to do that again. Different situation though. I did a few practice paintings in class today. I love painting though. I'm so excited to get started. I just hope it turns out alright and doesn't look like a kindergarten kid did it. Spring fling is coming up. whoopee. haha, uhm no, idk. I think I'm going to go. I hope it's better than winter formal. I don't know, we'll see. The sunshine feels so amazing. I love the rain, but it's nice to feel so warm.
Well, off to compare and contrast.



contrast and compare between the busy ones
and the ones that don’t care
until there is no one that you really know
so i drift through these days of appointments and promises made
they will all end up broken and quickly replaced.
weeks are slow, days drag on;
even practice and parties seem long
but i found myself going
i guess there’s nothing to do
oh well
group of kids, line of cars,
more will show up after the bars close
there’s this boredom that drowns everything.
bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space
i look for a corner or a quieter room
there’s no heat in this house
i can’t breath with these words in my mouth
but i’m not going to say them
yeah, i’ve made that mistake before
on the stairs, she grabs my arm, says whats up,
where you been, is something wrong?
i try to just smile, and say everything’s fine.