Drawing with chalk on the sidewalk

20 days.

I'm feeling artistic, for some reason. But right now I'm cooking dinner and cleaning the kitchen (because none of the stupid siblings clean up after themselves; dishes not only unwashed, but not even in the sink-all over the house (they're not supposed to be eating outside of the kitchen); pants complete with underwear on the floor; crumbs, half-eaten food; not to mention the rest of the house. Lazy curs. Mum's gonna die when I go back to college because Dad's at work all day and she's the only one who cleans up (aside from me) and the whole house is going to be in shambles.)

I'm trying out a new style, like the way this girl looks:

http://meluseena.deviantart.com/art/Alice-and-the-Caterpillar-117063531

It's pretty cool so far, but it looks a bit artificial because I have yet to adapt it to my style. But that shall come with practise. Hey-o!

I need to make a budget for coleggio if I'm going to stay during winter. 

I'm ready ready ready.

K.545-my project

I'm improving, and I'm so happy, and I'm so happy that I can tell I'm improving. I need to get confidence, though, because I can't play in front of people. Every time I play around people, I feel like I'm showing off if I play well, and that is so idiotic, and I know it's so illogical. But my brain is broken, and my head is backwards. 

I drew something on the sidewalk in chalk, and it looks awesome. I took photos of it from a ladder. 

There's something sticky on my shoe.

Piano Teacher praised my sight-reading skills again. Thank you. It makes me so happy to have at least one person express admiration (or whatever it is) of me. Every time you say "good job" or are impressed by what I do, it makes me feel so warm inside. Thank you for giving me free lessons. Thank you for your praise and encouragement and information. Thank you for providing me with music. Thank you for being so good at piano and showing me what I could be some day. Thank you for being completely honest all the time. I'm glad to have met you.

Pork chops. It's 8:13. Audiouse (That's fancy for "Adios")