9:34 AM 6/4/19

It’s June 4th.

But let’s talk about yesterday.

Woke up, got ready, threw some shit in a bag and my grandma picked my sister and I up.

We stopped at McDonalds and grabbed a breakfast sandwich. For some reason I’ve eaten a ton of McDonald’s lately. I hardly EVER eat there.

We stayed at her house for a while and talked. We brainstormed what we might do with the day. After a lot of bad ideas, and stuff that we’ve already done, my grandma suggested we just go out driving towards art college.

Obviously I was like, “Hell yeah.” The last time I was there it was night and I could barely see.

So we drove down there with no instructions, taking the back roads, getting lost, missing exits. It was fun. Eventually we found it, and it was just as it’s always been. A cute little campus downtown.

And I am SO EXCITED to stay there for three weeks. I’m gonna have SO much fun. I hope I make some good friends.

Anyways, after we drove by it once or twice, we ended up near the art store in WP. We went in, the lady working there was really nice and told us about this weird paper that was hella expensive. She talked about workshops they did there, and said we should come.

I know of one of the artists who’s doing the next workshop there, well, he works at the store and I’m fairly certain he’s checked me out once or twice with my mom. He’s got cool art. I follow him on Insta.

I didn’t buy anything at that store because they are always out of shit. I love the place, because I’ve just got so many fond memories going there, but it’s just always out of stock on popular stuff.

So we went to the other art store down in the CR. Which I fucking LOVE. They got a new door, which was a big improvement from the old one. They have so many cool knick nacks and shit and always are stocked in everything, even stuff you’ve never dreamed you needed.

After like an hour of deciding, I finally picked out a sketchbook. Not to big, not too small, the paper wasn’t too white, it was ivory. The cover wasn’t black, it was brown. (Which was nice for a change.) There wasn’t too many sheets, and it wasn’t a spiral, which I was kind of nervous buying it because of that.

I got a couple of pens, and a pencil with RED LEAD. I knew they made red pencils, but not red lead for mechanical pencils!!

After that we dropped off the peppa pig scrunchie at Milla’s house, then went home, decided to skip lunch for then and just wait for dinner. I started drawing in my sketchbook when I got home. I drew the fireplace.https://prnt.sc/nxiuih

My sister and grandma went off to some dumb ass store my sister wanted to go to, so I got some alone time to draw. I was really hungry by then.

When they got home, my grandma finished dinner and we all ate. I helped my sister make that banana pudding shit that is so good.

After dinner I was chilling in the living room being a sad shit thinking sad thoughts and being a bit of a bum. I didn’t want to cry in front of my family, so I went upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I talked to a friend, who probably saved me from going to town on my thighs with a pair of scissors I found. I owe her a lot. ;’-)

At about 8 I went downstairs for half an hour and ate some of that pudding we made. I got sad again and went to go back to hiding in the bathroom, I was more mad at my sister than sad.

I brought my sketchbook, and flipped to a new page and started drawing the window in the bathroom. All of those small lines and shit. I realized the plus side of having a moleskin sketchbook is that I can use both sides of the page without a big spiral in the middle.

I didn’t finish. I drew and listened to sad music over and over. Specifically one song I randomly happened upon earlier in the evening. Lighthouse by Grouper. I drew until about 10 and then got up and went back to bed. https://prnt.sc/nxizlm

And now it’s 9:59 in the morning and I should get ready.

OhH I forgot!

Whilst sitting on the floor of the bathroom crying like a loser, F messaged me on group me. https://prnt.sc/nxj11h

Anyways, back to today, I feel gross. My hair is greasy. My linen shirt is all wrinkled the wrong way. I probably smell. I didn’t bring my toothbrush— oh wait, my grandma has one for me.

Anyways. I have to work tonight. Only for a few hours. But in the meantime, I can spend the morning with my grandma. I don’t know what we’ll do.