Ooo, artsy.

I've been painting for hours today and my eyes are all buggy. And wobbly. If they could talk they would say "nyaaah!" I wouldn't know exactly what they meant (nyaaah is quite vague really) but I would appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. I'm painting very blue paintings with butterflies. It sounds awfully girly doesn't it? That could be because it is. Because I'm just a girly kind of girl. It's true. And now I'm very bored and craving pizza. Mmm...pizza. Or starbucks. I'm craving pizza because my friend fed me some the other night and it was yummy. I pretty much always crave Starbucks. It's an addiction. But I'm okay with that. But I'm also very lazy and poor so chances are I won't be having either. Grrr. Grrr I say! What else? My dog is sleeping which makes me nervous because if she sleeps too much now, she won't be letting me sleep later. And how's that a good thing?! And do you have any idea how hard it is to mix the exact same shade of blue over and over again? It's pretty damn hard. Just ask my stupid, streaky blue paintings. They'll tell you. Which means of course that I'm going to have to mix the same damn blue again in an even bigger amount, making it even harder to keep consistent tomorrow. Bah! Whose idea was this stupid painting thing anyway? Actually, now that I'm looking at them I've come to the realisation that they're not even the right blue as it is. They're far too dark for my liking. What the hell?! All that effort for nothing?! Crap. Crap, crap, crapping, crap. Must go. Bagel calling me.