Lately I've been feeling really nostalgic, which in itself is fine and fairly normal, but the kicker in this case is I have no idea what I'm nostalgic for.
Possibly it's just the cold weather reminding me of awesome times in drama class and yearbook last year, which would make sense I guess, but it's still extremely weird. It's just a feeling, floating around like a misplaced balloon or something.
Huh.

On another note, dreadfully sorry for not amusing you all with artness, but life is keeping me on my toes lately and I haven't had the time/patience to draw anything worth submitting. As soon as I do, which, what with a long weekend coming up for me, I shall soon.
On a slightly related note, grade 12 is chock-full of drama, to my surprise. I hate conflict, and never really hate anyone, so you can imagine that drama comes as a bit of a shock.

Anyway, I must go change into my Mona Lisa dress for French class. Don't ask.