im so proud of this one post.........

Woo! Wa! Our palm begins to get soaked with blood. How enchanting. To think that blood stains on the table are a sign of disgrace, laziness, and animal-like brains to some people... But, of course that is only because we all are different, which sometimes is extremely unfortunate...though. Nevertheless, Aby's brain was invaded by The Art, which I was proud to witness. 

Clean. Those. Brushes. FINE. In fact, they will make a majestic part of my composition once I'm done. It was one of those momentswhen you don't care at all about the verb you're supposed to be taking care of for others; your own reason, it becoming a parasite relation...or just a commensalism relationship...or mutualism..??? I don't know, depends on the human. Anyhow, it is the product of the thing you want. 

Oh, and guess what, we didn't even win the contest. I say we, because Aby hopped in with me. Apparently, the judges only wanted some Valentine's Day-pink-Cupid-bleh crap. Yes. Crap. And with all due respect, I mean all of it, because it is true; a baby-blue background with love over it...looking like a scarpbook page thing...and a I don't know what...it looked just ridiculous! Geeeeeez, we're not FIVE! There are, were, will not be sentiments in those canvases! NONE. Now, note how I just made fun of people...I feel so bad, but that's what blogging is about...to let it all out. Unless the person who will read, is reading this is the one I'm making fun of, and I go to school with...then I will probably receive a...what's it called? A....oh yeah! Referral, for cyber-bullying, or something of the sort. Too bad, I'm letting it out. And I'm not paraphrasing again..I seem to always forget. And this post's tone is rather violent and dirty. Dirty for an innocent Gaby. 

ANYWAY

Now, Aby alone won, and it was the best of the winners; seriously. Simple, plain...powerful, yes, and let me emphasize...it was a work well done! And now I feel bad because I didn't take a picture of the love. It was a volcano that was shooting out hearts. Hearts. Hearts that had been cut out in such a delicate manner, that it hurt you to look at the edges....Then, in the same fascinatingly graceful way, she cut out the words________(I'm sorry, I forgot the quote) But it was good stuff I tell you! I am so very proud of her, because it was I guess her very first artistic experience...I don't know what else to call it...when you win or are recognized because of your blood stains... You get the point. It was a fail, and a win-win, and a I don't know. 

"We have to do this"

Ok, so, yes, I went mad. With paint, and glitter, and people seemed to care. "Oh Gaby!" "I like your face" "You have paint on your face...no really." I had gone all day without putting stuff on my face, so I just had take advantage of the metallic blue and purple sitting in front of me.. What do I do? I start with some brown strokes on my cheeks...Then move to my nose...then forehead..next thing I know, I'm running to the bathroom with Aby, two brushes, and a plate full with blood.  I get out...after ambushing a 7th grader with paint brushes and painting a heart on her cheek..Aby did too! I'm not a bad person, really, I'm not. Anyway, I step out of the girl's restroom with my face like a Picasso, or something like a fish, or something, just two colours...like a cow you know? A cow, only the colours were purlpe and blue... And my nose was dipped in brown paint, and then gracefully topped with glitter...a thing of beauty. Yes, indeed, it was hilarious! 

Then, I get home, and intend to take a picture, but I, with my amazing photographic sense, start running with the camera in front of me (because I seriously think that taking a picture of yourself...on your own is dumb! While actually standing in the middle of oxygen, that's why I ran... It is just ridiculous! Awkward to watch, and the thing comes out disgusting anyway, so whats the point? I don't know.) and shoot...you know snap. And the glitter looks like a booger...coming out of my nose...and going up my nose. I don't really care, because that's the very point of being an Andy Warhol nedry-type-of-fan.............to not care about the little errors, because in my opinion (and stepping out of the Warhola topic), I think that whenever you try to do something perfect...to get close to perfection, you actually look like an idiot, and it is not perfect. Why? Cause. No, just kidding, because humans aren't meant to be perfect, and that's the whole point of our lives: To live with it. Apparently. SO. 

So. So, then, after blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah......I wash it off, and the sink steals my 15-minute-fame..........