December 06, 2001 :: 5:32 p.m.
the mystery of the painted hand
listening to... the news.
reading... The Golden Compass, by Philip Pullman.
feeling... ill.
Ugh. Eating makes me sick. I haven't even eaten that much today, but I just had some dried apricots and now my stomach is rebelling. Foul.
I've been painting my moon woman for a while now, and the closer I get to finishing, the more unhappy I am with it. I didn't expect a masterpiece or anything, because really, I've never tried to paint before. It's just not coming out how I envisioned it. However, while I was waiting for it to dry I amused myself by painting on my hand. This is what I painted. Not too bad for something done upside down on a body part. I think it's cute, so I left it on. As far as I know watercolors aren't very toxic when they're just sitting on your skin (are they?), and it'll wash off right away anyway. Maybe tomorrow I'll paint a whole scene up my arm. *laughs*
Speaking of tomorrow... I get to see Adam! *grins* This excites me. His roommate isn't going to be around this weekend, so we're going to have a little sleepover. We always do when someone goes away. It's nice. I love sleeping with him and waking up to a scruffy boy in the morning. It's much too cute and someday, hopefully, it'll be a more regular event. But every once in a while is better than never, right? Right. And to add to the goodness of tomorrow, I might get to see Harry Potter again! Ahh, Harry Potter. I swear to god I'm developing a fixation. I really want to read the books again, but I can't find them... they're probably lost somewhere in the depths of my closet with everything else.
I never did find my Mod-Podge. :(
My mom dropped off two rolls of film a while ago, thinking that they were hers, but apparently they weren't. She picked them up today and they're mine, from spring or summer of this year. Pictures of the trail and the spring, of Harrisburg, a few of Adam, and one of Joe. They're also one of me that will never, ever see the light of day. There are actually some decent pictures in there, which is a nice surprise. Mr. Cooley (my old photo teacher) emailed me back, and I'm going in next Thursday to see him. I figure I'll just load my 436 million pictures into a wheelbarrow and roll them to the school. Or something like that. It'll be good times. Mr. Cooley was one of my favorite teachers, so it'll be fun to see him again.
-Amanda
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