I Loved This Story So Much!

She has a point

I'm mad

My friend, who sits across from me in my art class, is doing some painting and she keeps moving her arm to adjust her sleeve. Well, she happens to have just dipped the brush into water, adjusts her sleeve directly over what I'm working on, and gets drops of blue tinged water all over my paper. Ruined my drawing before I could finish inking it. Now there are blue spots all over it. I thank her, sarcastically, for ruining it and she says, in this cheerful voice, you're welcome. And I liked how it was turning out, too.

I actually drew something I was willing to finish

Nothing but a red colored pencil.

Instead of painting an apple like I was supposed to, I painted this instead.

Oh no. (via)

I'm pissed...

I was so excited because my mom agreed to buy BATIM for me because she's always buying stuff for my sis. Come to find out... The game isn't compatible with my computer. Pay for it, download it and everything and I'm sitting there about to cry. I really, really wanted to play the game and when I get the chance, something always happens to screw it up for me. Knew it was too good to be true.

Asked my friends for colors and I did a few more drawings.

I suppose it’s a testament to Tolkien’s economy of language that the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy – interminable preamble and endless appendices and all – has a smaller total page count than the individual books of your average modern doorstopper fantasy series, yet manages to pack in such a high density of worldbuilding detail that reading it feels like it takes about a thousand years.