Peachy Pink Flushed Cheeks

I stood there full of consternation having the privilege to see her for the first time, for my brother is still sleeping. The gold door knob slowly turned, a shadow in the dark yellow tinted glass, took one step closer to the door.The seconds passing turned into hours now in my anxious waiting. The door clicked, slowly opening the expensive door. Letting the navy blue carpet to brush underneath it she walked in.

Mom, with a tiny baby in her arms lying prostrate, was finally home. Her bright peachy pink flushed cheeks wiped a smile across her face as she opened her Caribbean sea blue eyes to look at me. Her dark brown curls overlapping her pink blanket, looked adorable, she had the tiniest features I've ever saw. Her tiny toes sticking out if the end of the blanket, I instantly knew I would have fun painting them peachy pink,just like her cheeks. There she really was, my new beautiful sister...Emily.

My naturally pretty mother looked proud proud to have her in her arms. Not at all like haughtiness, just like Charlie, my brother would be while bragging about her little eyes to his so called friends at school.

I was filled with rapture as I thought how gratified I was for her to be in my life. I knew soon I wold have an eager whim to beseech to hold her.

A good twenty seconds had passed since Mom came through that door and now already I could hear Charlie tripping through cream colored halls. A curious head peeked at us from behind a corner. Happiness crossed his face at soon as he saw her, both Mom and new Emily. Suddenly and impetuously he ran over to Mom and instantly hugged her leg.

Then I knew I was lucky enough o have such a lavishly feeling life.

Funny Obsessiveness

Today I'm going to confess that I think its really funny when someone gets obsessed with some thing--its kind of annoying sometimes too.

Like my mom for example, she is deep into the twilight saga series already on the fourth book from starting the beginning of the series three weeks before. She's also been to various websites to find the first movie shes been craving to see. After she sees that one she probably going to hunt down the second movie--New Moon. I think she picked it up from one of her twilight obsessive friend.

Another case of obsessiveness is when my heavy accented Texan neighbor fell in love with Justin Beiber. She wrote his name all over her new binder. A few weeks later she got bored with him, and yet then a few days later she hated him. i don't know why, but she did. And of course she still had her binder covered in his name.

Personally I think is really funny, I don't know about you, but for me its that way.

Acrylic Paint

In art we are painting pictures with acrylic paint--the type that stains clothes.
So one day I was helping someone with their master piece.
" Hey Eleanor, could you help me make this color," Mehr said holding up a color that she printed of from the Internet.
"Sure," I said, and walked over to the side where she was standing.
We probably mixed eight different colors together until we had found the closest color to the one we needed a few minuets before the bell to our next class.

We put our stuff away and went to our classes, mine was science. During science I saw that I had a short line of skin colored paint across the top of my shirt and a another along the hem of my black school pants. Luckily you can't notice them

Now I've learned that I will never use acrylic paints --like that at least--again. I swear I won't even touch them. There just too messy, for me at least.

Two More Days

"Ohh please please cant we just stay another day," I beseeched to my parents while laying prostrate on the dark blue hotel bed.

"I'm gratified to say that we will be staying another two days here in Colorado," my dad said to me and my two sisters--Elizabeth and Frances.

I was filled with rapture as I plucked a coat from my suit case and picked my soft gray boots and walked over to the brown polished door. I sat down and carefully and slowly put the boots on while pondering for a second, what if we go shopping at the near by mall, but my mom said we would go to the snow covered park. Shoot.

...I Don't Like to Paint...

I gotta confess that I don't like to paint with any medium, color with any pencils, or make origami with whatever fancy patterned little papers you ask me to make it with. Shocking huh, to hear it form me at least.

Painting is not the best thing to do for me... its messy, not that I'm a clean freak or anything. Its just...well...messy, as I said. But it gets ever so boring, and usually when I finish painting--if I ever start--I usually don't like my final piece. So I paint a coat of either white or black paint on top of it, depending on the volume of the color underneath.

Coloring, OH, don't even get me started on that, I don't mean to talk your ears of but it makes me so impatient. Especially when I'm coloring one big object the same one color and one side is darker than the other, ugh. I JUST ABSOLUTELY HATE CRAYONS!!!! You will never see me use one in this lifetime... ever. The texture, and color it produces is awful, horrible.

Now Origami, its got no fun in it at all, all you do it fold a little paper, turn it into a creative masterpiece and forget about it, leave it there to rot away or something. All your final piece does is either get ripped or squashed by you never ending math textbook.

I hope I haven't drastically changed your mind and made you give up on something because its only my opinion. The is always something I'll like about art is drawing or sketching--whatever you'd prefer to call it. I absolutely love to draw, Its my leading hobby, and it always will be.