I feel like I have green thumbs, I suddenly have the great urge to grow and care for more plants. My Venus Flytrap committed suicide the other day. I was sunning it on the window ledge when a sudden gale blew it over the edge. We're 8 stories up! Strange thing is, I couldn't find it anywhere below, so I don't feel too guilty. Nothing is worse than having to see the corpse of your dead pet. Fortunately, I didn't see the plant or the pot anywhere.
I shall grow cacti next, and expand my cacti family so that there will be a few species in a single pot. They won't be lonely then, and they'll listen to music every day and get lots of light. I need new friends to talk to, I suddenly feel so lonely with my Venus Flytrap gone.
Went to the library today, did Geog, SOVA, and some Art. I sketched a photograph of Charlie Chaplin, and will fill in the details later. Painfully frustrating, trying to get everything in the right proportion and shade, all done without a light-box or any tracing. All done with good artist's judgement and courage, and I think my skills are a little rusty. Haven't been doing very much drawing, just the occasional rough sketching and colouring, so need to get going again. My skills have to be perfected by the time my Art paper is due.
Lazed around the house for the rest of the day, before and after I went to the library. Watched "My Boyfriend's Back" this morning, "Ratatouille" in the evening, some "Simpsons", and now am currently watching a film online called "Maurice". It's about two boys who fall in love at Cambridge University.
I never knew how cute Hugh Grant was when he was younger (much, much younger). Tender love stories, mmmm.
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