The Day This morning in first block some stupid people started things with me. Someone was swiping at the back of my head, continuosly. Later his friend, who is an obvious show off to those people, knocked my books on the floor while I wasn't looking. He walked away and kept looking back at me. I heard mumbling between he and his friends. He then picked up the notebooks when he saw how I was staring at him the whole time. Then when he looked back and I was still staring he picked up my papers and scattered them on the table. When he got back to his computer, I took his notebook, opened it and poured the papers all over the floor. I believe I got in the final-say, especially when people started "oooo-ing" at the way he tried to deny being responsible. It's not so much that this was a big deal to me, but because of the fact that these random incidents happen to me for no reason by ignorant people like these, I feel a reason to let it stick to me. The rest of my day went well, at least. I just had an average school day for the most part and I came home and did other things. I think I have a teeny bit of homework to do sometime in the morning or later tonight. The Art My Unbiblical Cord series is something I feel proud about, proud enough that I took the first painting to school today. I got good reviews. Reviews that I did not expect. Erika said I've done better. Some people said nothing. And a bunch of people in my art class showed a strong liking for it. Especially the girl who actually stuffed it in her messenger bag. My art teacher complimented it, and that made me happy, since she's an art teacher and all. Ashley, thanks for interpreting it. I'm very glad that someone attempted to put life behind it. And the way that I saw it, you interpreted it pretty much the way I did. Also, what I meant by it was how people are raised into the morals of the Bible and how their parents try to give them a certain set of rules based on the content of the Bible according to how they perceive it. Like I mentioned before, this will be a multipiece series, and when I came home today I felt like I was ready to do part II. Oddly, I felt those same emotions I felt in creating this as I did with creating the first one. I had music playing as I was painting. It was Sing the Sorrow. Though AFI is in no way inspiration to this series, the music seemed in sync with what I was feeling, it made me almost feel that I could hear the cries of the unborn baby (A hint?). There is at least one more piece to be part of the series. I don't know when it'll be done, but I definitely won't rush it, as this is the most meaningful set of art I've done yet.