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[tamara_russo]

Test this morning was abismal. Hope I'll get a doable grade, but, well... Moed B, if I have to.

Spent some time with Hagar over lunch, had a trip in Dyonon (got a book to show for it) and went to get some work done in Perach. Only made it home around 14:30 (the test was over at 12:00).

Watched "The Truman Show" (fantastic movie, and people who think Jim Carry can't do a dramatic role are insane) and got painting. Friday night I was really confused about the first of p_friedmann's poem paintings, but today I decided to go with my gut and it takes shape quite nicely, and I think it'll be great. The only problem with working with stencils on the actual poem is that I have to wait for every letter to dry before I can do the next, and it's a bit nerve wrecking. OTOH, it's acrilic, so the drying time is short (in comparison to, say, oil colors).

Also, working on it made me think about the first time my dad took all of us kids to "Kapot Tmarim", a posh restaurant that closed down since. I've no idea what made me think about that day, it was raining hard and the experiance was first and overwhelming, and it was so special.

And now, now I go to almost every restaurant I want to go to, and I pay with my own credit card, and even if it's a nice restaurant, it's just not the same.

I also realized, having this nostalgic flare, that I can't do a lot of things like I did when I was younger - like sleep when someone drives me home at night if I can't trust his driving, or completely lose where we are when we go abroad. All those things that you say "The easy life of children, they don't have to worry about anything", and it's true - I think about the future, making plans and worry, and I can't "fall asleep" here.

So I went back to that day of the rain, and the restaurant, and it made me feel strange, and drowsy, and, and...

The paint is dry.

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[hagar-972.livejournal.com]

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[tamara-russo.livejournal.com]

Fixed, thanks.