today is florist day, a.k.a valentines day, a.k.a a hallmark holiday in order for the company to make copious amounts of money out of teenagers and young adults who think that they will be together 'forever'. Now, i have never been in love so i may be missing something and simply sound bitter, but i really don't understand the point of valentines day. it is a day where those who don't have someone either get bitter or upset and for those who do have someone, they generally get their hopes up too high and then get angry when their loved ones buy them the wrong thing. and that's just it, valentines day is put on in order to make you buy, and to make you feel guilty if you're not buying for that special someone. well, today my special someone was my art.
i have decided to do a lino print of one of the shots i took of my friend in the holidays. i spent far too long fine liner-ing the board. although the practical work is coming along nicely, i am yet to actually annotate my folio. if anyone could help me out with how to annotate that would be greatly appreciated.
the week was fairly hectic, and the weekend has been filled with headaches and family gatherings, as well as watercolours, bad tv and essays. i was in the shower today and realised that my stomach does this weird thing that i have never realised before. there's a lump on the left of my belly button that looks like i have a small baby living inside. doctor dad won't take any notice as he thinks that i am a hypochondriac. he is probably right. isn't it christmas that the miracle baby is supposed to arrive?
jusqu'à la prochaine fois.
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