So, last night, I was looking through my old sketchbooks and suddenly I realized, in a great flash of depression, that I could not draw three months ago and still probably cannot.
It's sad, really. I was under the impression that I was a fantastic artist.
I'd better stick to cameras and canvases.
Wow, haven't painted in a while, either.
D:
Maybe just cameras. Yes, I realize I am inept at art.
DX

Aaannyways.
I really love chex mix.
But that is entirely beside the point. But not really.
My mom needs to stop talking about me behind my back in weird ways that make me look socially inept and silly. At the same time.

So I petted my neighbor's dog. And I'm kind of afraid of dogs.
And then my mother came out of the house and was talking to the neighborlady and I just sort of stood around like a lunatic.
And then she said something like "what a sweet boy"
and then my mother was like "oh yah that's our eldest Leigh"


And then she asked if I was in seventh grade.