I feel like today was the most awkward day of May, or even the most awkward day of the year.

Not in a complete horrible way, but there were too many strange moments today that left awkward emotions to drift around open space.

Like for one instance, in Art, I was working on a Mother's Day card (yes, instead of what I'm supposed to do) and the person that sits across from me interrupts me and asks, "Do you know that girl? She draws weird things like you do."
There was an AP Art student in our class finishing up her portfolio. Then I didn't really hear him so I repeated "weird" to see if I heard right. Then I guess he took that the wrong way and was all like, "Yeah, weird. Not that your art is weird. Her art is weird, and yours is weird, but I get yours."
Really, I don't care if my art's "weird" to some people, just to clarify. It makes me feel unique if they do think so.
So I was sitting there silently thinking, "What??" and the awkward flew in. To kill the awkwardness, I stabbed it with suggestions such as, "Let's go over there and look at what she's drawing" and "I have to see this."

That's just a small fraction of the awkward today.

So, I haven't posted in awhile again. I don't really draw unless I'm in art class. At home, I'm on hiatus still.

What depresses me is that I have this one sketchbook that I promised myself to fill with only serious-completed artwork, no doodles or sketches. Since I've been on hiatus, I've been forcing myself to draw and non-serious drawings ended up in my sketchbook. Whoops.

Ja.

Si.

Out of the thousand languages I want to learn, I've added Italian to the list. Thanks to Dino Crocetti, shhhhhhhhhhhhh.