Why Don't You Walk Away

See, this is what happens when I am left to my own devices.

I return to blogging.

I cannot help it.

Mr. Russell is away, and so, therefore, I am taking full advantage of the computer in the art room. And, um, ignoring my final piece which is not going all that well, due to the rather large schnozzle I have just given the girl in the painting. The girl is actually supposed to be Rosanne, but due to my not so amazing painting skillz (yes, with a z) she looks insane. And, uh, a lovely mix of green and purple. I will say though, that the green and purple is intentional, and not a really horrific mistake.

I promise.

So I have renamed the sleeping girl in the painting "Notrosanne". Which I think is far more appropriate. And also, I think Rosanne would be insulted to have her name put to that painting.

Katy is standing next to me, and immediately my typing goes to pot. That is life. She is reading stuff, and not getting on with her work like she should be, as she has not done all that much and does in fact take fifty years to paint.

She spent a week on Emma's forehead.

No jokes, bruv.

She says she hasn't even finished it.

On a blighter (aha) note, I am going to see El Franzy tonight. Woo yay and many houplas. Unfortunately (for me and for everyone else, I feel) I have left my green trilby at home. Which is a bit of a shame, as it is beyond groovy and into the realms of excellentness.

Lalala.

I am in the process of stealing Emma's boarding school boyfriend. She honestly believes that I will achieve this goal. She is definitely insane. Lalala. Again.

:)

This is a picture of my dear friend Katwee.

Hahahahahahaahahahahahahaa.

Thank you and good night.