Date a boy who adores you. Date a boy who paints you. Date a boy who paints nothing but you, all the time, every day. Date a boy who will probably stop painting if you break up with him. Date a boy whose objectification of you is almost compensated for by his tender behavior, but who still begins to grate on your nerves as you slowly realize what it means that you have ceased to age. Date a boy who paints. Date Basil Hallward.
Off to art class I go!
It’s the last class of the summer. I should probably take another class. There’s one on gesture drawing that actually sounds up my alley? I guess we’ll see. It’d probably interfere with Finnish so that’s a tough call.