aot

This was a hectic weekend. And then it wasn't. 

I don't do well running on very little sleep. And Friday night I sat around with my new sorority sisters all night long and got a maximum of two hours of sleep. A maximum of two hours of sleep that were continuously interrupted every five minutes by one of my sister's alarms. So by the time I woke up Saturday morning I had successfully learned the entire chorus to some country song as well as managed to "sleep" in between a couple of couch cushions that had been thrown on the floor. But hey, I'm not complaining; I wouldn't trade the time I had with my sisters that night for the world. I learned to know each of them so much better and it was like I had a semi-permanent post-it stuck to my head that said "see how blessed you are?" 

And then Saturday I was initiated. And then Saturday afternoon I fell asleep for the next 24 hours. This is the point when my weekend became much less hectic.

So this is my moral for the story and the outcome of the last few days: I have a new profound appreciation for white roses [especially my new gorgeous one that I HAD to take a picture of] and for a few secret letters that I've already forgotten the meaning of. So AOT kd sisters, and hopefully I shall have something else in my pursuit of happiness worth posting soon.

I paint.

I love to paint. I love to paint. I love it. I love it.

The past few days have been great ones thanks to my great decision to invest in some new canvas. Not so good for my studies, but good ones nonetheless. I actually finished a painting in 3 days; Mrs. McTyre probably would have loved if I could have done this this time last year, haha.

I admit it's not my best. But it's still one of my favorites so far. And no. It's not anyone I know. I just found a picture like this somewhere. Except it said in the bottom right corner "A HEART THAT HAS TRULY LOVED WILL NEVER FORGET." Truuuue dat.. Have you ever thought you loved someone, and then you started loving someone else and you realize that you never actually loved the person before that? Does that make even make sense? It's a rhetorical question. Well I wish I had never really loved anyone. Except for my dad who I sing oldies in the car with. And my mom that I happen to be a carbon copy of so I don't hesitate to tell her anything. And my grandpa who tells me I can come to him for anything, except drugs; he won't get me drugs, haha. The people I am a direct descendent of, those people are ok to love. But I was dumb and I've loved people that don't have to love me back. Oh, I'll never learn. 

"Not what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science." - Bernard Berenson, 1897