thank you for the music..

Finishing the laundry the other day, I was folding a sheet up when I spied some writing on it.
Sure enough, there in all its glory was a couple of paragraphs written in god only knows what language, black pen no less.

Mammy2 informed me it was Thebes or something like that , an old language the kid taught herself so no-one else could read what she wrote, what a cunning plan, now if only she refrained from writing on sheets and duvet covers.

The art project is nearing an end, as are we. We were looking to rent another room to house her painting. Once the painting is finished, its onto the Model and then calligraphy. Oh joy. I don't know how to break it to her that she was 8 other subjects. Maybe Mammy2 might do that.

She's following on from her empath declaration by announcing she doesn't need therapy or pills any more, all that was wrong with her was that she was feeling everyone else's pain?!
Ahem, so the other day when she was upset, she was obviously tapping into O'Connor's misery at his Olympic gold being taken from him. I calmed explained that empaths can suffer from depression to. She levelled a glare at me and went back to painting the television. Everything in the apartment has a hint of green or red.

Recently, only after my head did 4 revolutions did she decide to paper down on the floor 'in case' she dropped some paint.

She's taken to staying up late and working on her art and awakens like an extra from Night of the Living Dead. She'd look like a panda only for the scowl. She was exhausting for most of the Easter weekend because the other sister was home and this warranted extra attention stealing ploys, like asking me when was it legal for her to have sex, when could she get a tattoo and when were we giving her money to buy fake ID so she could go to see Slayer. 30 euros apparently she needs to buy fake ID so she can get an ticket, for 55 euros to go see Slayer.

The glue from the wings of her model must be making her have hallucinations. Myself and the sister made a joke about Slayer and I think my hair caught fire from the scowl she pulled. Lots of texting random people about how we were such bad parents cause we didn't let her go to an over 18s gig. EVERYONE is going to see Slayer. I expressed my doubts at this. More glares. Less hair, etc.

She finally got over this Slayer thing and went back to her model which I have to say is looking odd. Its got longer legs then Helena Christensen. I'm sure when she pops the cape and skull onto it, it'll be cool as per usual. She's amazing the way she can turn regular looking things into works of art. And most curtains into flared jeans. She's got a talent.