Ramble Ramble Ramble!!

I don't really like these new journals. I know it's a bit late to say it now, but I'm not really sure if we're allowed to just write for ten minutes (stream of thought) or if we actually have to think about them. I've been editing and revising these, and quite frankly, I am out of ideas. So this one i'm doing stream of thought. Its healthy to write about the random things that go through my head every once in a while (even though I do have to have some control, otherwise there would be song lyrics, ideas for my next art project, and frustrated rants about school written on top of each other). So to be straight forward and more coherent, let's go in order (omitting the song lyrics of course). I am drawing a really cool mother nature looking piece for art. Except it's more of a Father Nature, or a Teenage Nature. I've been drawing scantily dressed people lately, and somehow men seem less naked than women when their shirts are off. Fancy that! My mother has been looking at me suspiciously, and I suspect it is due to all the topless females I've been drawing. Its tasteful of course, I am too classy to draw pornographic scenes, but breasts are present in a few of my pieces because my art is generally focused around natural states of beings. An Abercrombie tween doesn't quite belong in the jungles in which I place my subjects. I personally love clothes. I just don't like them in my art. I am not trying to assert my sexuality, i'm just trying to draw. But alas, I am annoyed with the raised eyebrow that clearly asks "are you a lesbian?". So, with that being said, I am drawing a bare chested, muscular man to console my concerned mother. however, said man is slightly flamboyant with feathers in his hair... so I don't know how she'll feel about that. My art isn't really to please anyone but myself, so I guess it doesn't really matter.
Next topic! School is killing me. Two weeks left and I am still getting projects and homework. It makes no sense. I am ready to get out of here and... well... sleep I suppose. I always plan on being productive once I'm out of school, but I usually spend my summer "catching up on missed sleep". Hopefully my hyperactive boyfriend will keep me from turning into a couch potato (who am I kidding, I'm a bed potato, the couch is far). He is limited with his cast, but once he gets it off, he will be bouncing off the walls and dragging me with him. Not that I mind really, he makes me laugh and pretends quite convincingly that my rambles (much like this one) are fascinating. I won't get mushy gushy on you Ms.Smith because I'm sure you have heard enough sappy highschool stories! So I'll stop by saying I am quite happy.
As this is my final ramble/ blog, I'd like to say goodbye white mother! You are definitely my favorite teacher and I hope you remember me next year when I come begging for a teacher reference!