Random Stuff 6/12/2001
Tomorrow is my last day of classes. I was going to take off tomorrow, but I have to redo my mural and bring it in. It's drying as we speak. (You're excited about my drying paint, aren't you? I know you are...)
Today was my last day of gym and the last time I'll probably see MJ. I'm beginning to think this is a good thing because he's turning out to be such an expletive. Arnold, Joan, and MJ all knew it was supposed to be my last day, but when the substitute wasn't looking, they all cut out of class without even saying good-bye. Earlier in the class I was asking Joan to take a picture of me and Bernadette. She kind of waved me off, so MJ offered to do it. When Bernadette and I weren't even looking, he snaps the picture and walks away. It was not a very good last impression.
Third period I cut my typing class again (hell, I already failed the quarter and didn't do the final project. I have A's in all the rest of my classes, and since typing is a b.s. elective, it really doesn't matter.) I took several pictures of my mural during that period. It's so pretty; it's a copy of Van Gogh's "Flowers in a Copper Vase."
Eighth period economics is a joke. We're taking a final that my little brother Jake could probably pass. All in all, today was pretty uneventful.
My sister pissed me off. Last night I had to call my aunt to thank her for sending me a graduation present. She asked, "Did Becca give you the paints?" I asked, "No she didn't. What paints?" and she says, "Grandpa's paints." My grandfather was one of the only other artists in my family. He died when I was ten. I only got to see him once a year, so I didn't know him that well. A few weeks ago, as my grandmother was prepared to move to NY, she found his old easel, his oil paints (in pristine condition) and a few of his old paintings. It was decided that most of the art stuff would go to me, for obvious reasons.
It turns out that when my sister was visiting my aunt last week, my aunt gave my sister the paints to give to me. Becca never gave me anything. My aunt doesn't know where they are now. Becca and Kyle are in Jamaica, so I can't exactly ask them. This is the epitome of Becca though; totally thoughtless, careless, and forgetful. I sometimes can relate better to John or even Jake than I can to my sister. She can just be so STUPID sometimes. The only thing that my mom and I could think of is that Becca left the paints in Kyle's car. Kyle left his car at my house before they left to the airport. From what I've seen, the paints aren't in the car. However, if they are in the car, in the trunk, or under some papers, they're ruined. Oil paints melt in the heat. It's been pretty hot on Long Island for most of the week. If those paints are ruined...I can't even describe how upset I'll be. Those aren't just any paints; those are my grandfather's paints. I wanted them! It was important to me. God help her if Becca ruined/lost them...
Until later
Artist
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