Anatomically correct flowers.

Fleur.
At home right now. Possibly about to go write Kirsten a letter and draw some pictures and study French. I have a lot of homework, but my Education classes are all messed up, so it's the same homework in two of my classes. I don't really understand it. So I'm kind of doing what I think I should do and winging it. Fingers crossed. That's good enough for me.
I'll just bring two copies of everything.

I dreamed the other night. Well, last night too. But last night was a nightmare. I don't want to talk about that one. But the night before that was a good dream. A little odd, but good nonetheless.

I was in a white room at a big dark wood table. I was drawing and painting. I had just finished making a book. It was such a good book. But almost morbid.
It was for children.
About a little girl named Jane and she was very unhappy with how she looked, and so she slipped out of her skin and tried on a lot of other people's. In the end she puts her own skin back on. My illustrations were somewhat frightening. But I liked it. It was meant to teach children anatomy and to love themselves for who they are. It was really very interesting, the book when I finished it. And then I sat at that big table and just looked at it. My favourite thing was her little heart inside of her little anatomically proportioned chest. I liked that part a lot.

I think I dreamed that because of school. A lot of my Ed classes have been covering children and acceptance.
Also, I watched a movie yesterday that is driving me up a wall which is probably the reason I had a nightmare last night. And I've been thinking a lot about the holocaust again and geraniums.
I just need to go write that letter. Today I am so weird I almost drank a whole pot of Paris by myself. It's not good at all. Someone should do something normal with me. Or I am going to sit and look at anatomy books for way too long.
Bell.