BALLS!

I rear-ended someone today D:

It's not as bad as it sounds... Either she was slowing down really fast or I wasn't slowing down fast enough... I ended up hitting her. She had just put on her turn signal and then BAM. Hit. It wasn't bad... just a tap, really. I left three scratches on her bumper. The front of my car was already smashed from some mystery douchebag, so I can't tell what that damage is. Ha ha.

Luckily, we hit RIGHT by the girl's house, so her mom came out and we talked and they were both really nice and honest and they said it was no big deal, but needed to be claimed regardless so... yeah. I called my mom and started crying. She wasn't mad, but she did give me a speech about being careful. I have to tell my dad when he gets home and Mondays are NOT good days for him. I might die tonight. This might be my last blog!

On a different note, it's really something when you know someone's face so well that you can draw it from memory perfectly. I amaze myself sometimes... When I finished, I was almost scared at how much it looked just like the real thing. Maybe Mrs. K will be happy to know I'm drawing real portraits now...

Art from the heart is the purest kind out there. Art means nothing if you didn't put any emotion in it. The painting I did last November is nothing but emotion: An angel with her heart ripped out, dark and shadowed countenance, and a delicate hand touching the place where she used to love before her heart was taken from her, leaving her with a black void in her chest.

Now that's emotion.

xx Fly With The Black Swan Marz