Mish Mash

I am about to go paint. I have the most wonderful woman named "Ophelia" in my head right now. She's real. Not really Ophelia, but the woman is. Kind of. I saw her, the other night. In an adorable dress and pastel blue heels. She's an event coordinator.
Is it bad to steal people from real life?
I think not.

I just finished half my French homework and half my history homework. And I wrote the review for my history professor. It's anonymous, but I tried not to be too mean. I even made strawberry scones to scratch some of that anger out my fingers before I pressed them to the keyboard.
Some people want you to fail.
I was going to learn that sooner or later.

I have good news to tell you. About many things. Places I'm going or might go or will go. Story decisions. Illustration and painting plans. Designing dreams blossoming just a little. And food. It's all very small and budding and just sprouts not even stems yet, but it's there.
That's what counts.
It's there.

I think I'll save it all though.
For another time.