Freedom!
Oh geez, eighth grade.

Yeah. School ended yesterday. It doesn't feel like summer though, more like just a day or two off. It's so strange to have an entire day for myself again without any due dates around the corner. I guess it's relief?
But anyways, my parents aren't going to let me just slack off. Mom's dragging me off to a sort of art camp, four hours a day on weekdays. She says I should get down to business with the oil painting. It starts on Monday.

And then I'm sure there's the other catastrophe everyone's been talking about.
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. They're dead? Farrah, meh. I don't know her. But wow, Michael Jackson's dead at 50? I didn't see that one coming. A lot of the reports are unconfirmed so far, but one of the world's most well known singers going into cardiac arrest is kind of... shocking?
I have mixed feelings. I think he was a pretty awesome guy, minus the child molestation charges, and the ridiculous change of skin color. But his works were good. Thriller was a pretty epic song, I have to admit. But man, just dropping dead at 50. That's how old my parents are. Scary stuff. If he is in fact dead, then may he rest in peace. But if those are just crazy rumors rampaging the media, then I hope he'll be alright. But enough depressing thoughts on the matter.

I'm going to return to repainting a picture, which I'm not sure I'm going to post on here. Well, dragging things out and knowing you owe people something really isn't a great feeling, so I want to try to get that finished soon, along with the other things I still have to give. Meh, I've been kind of in an art slump as well. Have been frequenting iScribble more than I should. So I'm trying not to get myself dragged there again. xD'

But other than that, there really isn't much to say.
I think I'm just going to drag my whole summer out, sleep, draw, sleep, eat, draw some more, be a lazy bum, nothing too interesting. And well, I guess that's it. Good evening. =u=