Sunday, March 23, 2008
What I am to you is not what you mean to me.
These pictures are for a girl in Sweden, for an art exhibition. I crave to be a part of something bigger than myself always. And if I can't create art, I might as well try to be a part of it. I almost don't even care how I feel about these pictures, because they captured who I was for those few seconds. And then life changed in a few more seconds anyways.
I was going to clean my bathroom, but I painted my nails a dark red wine instead. For some reason, I always feel a little more creative with painted nails. It's strange. Once I use up these last few bottles, I doubt I'll buy nail polish again... but it's a tempting thought. There's a certain je ne sais pas about it all.
I spent a few hours in Two Hills today, visiting my parents. I fell asleep on the couch for two hours, while my dad watched television, my mom and brother played crib in the next room. I was dreaming in French...