Drawerings

A friend of mine is asking everyone she loves to create a self-portrait of themselves and submit it to her and then she will turn it into an album or something wonderful. She showed me her depiction of herself. Although she greatly overestimated her girth, the skill with which she wields a pencil is amazing. She is always dazzling me with secret talents. She kicks ass at law school even though she hates it more than me. She is generally brilliant and never forgets a thing. She is a talented ceramicist, painter, and writer. She can arrange slices of cheese and crudités on a platter in the most pleasing and precise arrangements I’ve ever seen. Her chocolate chip cookies are the best I’ve ever eaten and so too for her cinnamon rolls. She is hilarious and she is one of the kindest and most gracious souls on the planet AND she is for sure one of the prettiest girls around.

I am intimidated about my self-portrait project. I’ve never been gifted in the visual-arts department. I wonder why that is? Why some people totally suck at it and others rock it. I think it is something about brain-wiring and I don’t think me or my teachers could have done anything different with Child Melba to help her out in this department.

I’m thinking about my friend tonight and I have to post something on my blog every day because of a promise I made so I am writing about her because that’s what I am thinking about. I can’t write about anything besides what I am thinking about, right? I hope my friend is okay tonight. Her pet rat died a few nights ago and besides that she’s been dealing with a whole heap of shit. More shit than anyone should ever have to deal with. Is there a way that we can make it so only sucky people have sucky shit to deal with and the wonderful people of the world like my friend can be left alone? That's what I want for Christmas.