a meaningful and well-lived life: purity guaranteed
I had planned on writing something meaningful today, but everything having even a shred of meaning to it has convienently slipped my mind.
Maybe later, dear diary.
I finally began my dreaded art project: a self portrait. Of all my almost ten years of enrollment in art classes, I thought I had weaseled my way out of this one. With my lack of skills for drawing people, along with my horrible attempts with using acrylics, this isn't looking pretty.
I told you I didn't have anything interesting to write.
