Last week, I huess it was Tuesday, I drawed a dog in a sketch block with a pen. After two schooldays, I wanted to continue it - but it was gone. I asked Manuela (clerical worker of the restaurant next to the butchery I work) if she knows, where it is. She said, that a small girl took it home one day ago. The girl loved it, she said. O_O
I was like "Huh?? This small sketch?? It wasn't even done!!" - But anyway...I felt flattered to hear that. Unfortunaley, I can't show you this sketch anymore. ^____^
Also I once drawed a rose and the name 'Manuela' together. Few days after it was gone too! Now I asked her, where this one is. She said, that she picked it home. She thought it was done. But it wasn't. xD After all, yesterday I drawed a horse into it. Now I wait until Tuesday and will see if someone else took it home!!
- Listening to: P!nk - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)
That's neat. I never had that happen to me but I did show some of my drawings and poems to people around me. Before I switched middle schools, I wrote and gave letters and poems to a boy I had a crush on. He liked them a lot though I was unable to give him, my best work (a poem directed to him that said how I really felt towards him as a way for him to remember me since I was switching schools due to moving to another part of the city) cause he wasn't at school on my last day there. I would rework the poem three times after that having it be about a boy I was dating in high school then a girl I was dating near the end of high school and then about my current boyfriend though around that time I misplaced the original poem and only remembered the first two lines and the last line of it. I hope to one day find it so I can make a version of it aimed towards my current boyfriend. The one aimed at my hs bf got me a very good grade in English class (we were assigned to do a poem and that was all I could think of at that time) which surprised me a bit.
Awwwwww cute! I'm pretty bad at writing poems. I only can draw, sing and sleep. ._. ^_____^
Well I didn't write many for the boy, it was more letters then poems. Minus the love like one I redid, I only wrote one other poem which was about and dedicated to my grandpa (my dad's dad) who passed away when I was five. It was one of those holidays where you honored fallen soldiers and an aid in my English class was reading a poem that inspired a symbol for that holiday to the class and it got me remembering my grandpa cause he severed in World War II and I suddenly found myself writing that poem about him down. The aid and my English teacher were impressed by it (though they -mostly the aid- were a bit disappointed that I wrote it while I should of been listening to the poem -that got to me a bit cause I was listening while writing that down-) as well as other people at my school that saw it and read it. One of them was a boy that was head of the student council and a good friend of mine. He wanted to submit it to a book of stories, poems and art that the school makes and gives to students once every school year or something like that, however he forgot to do that as his work on the council got too busy which bummed me but I understood and the fact that he thought it was good enough to get published made me happy.
Congratulation! I bet it was an amazing drawing! Cos your such an amazing artist!!!
Awww thanks!! Yeah...even I liked it.
hahahh du solltes geld verlanden !!!! hahahaha mach ich mit meinen simpsons zeichningen bei mir in der schule !!! erlich !!!
Näää das is zuu geizig. Ich verdien genug bei Arbeit. ^___^
... ich nich ... und es is ja nich viel !!1 ... hähäh und es müssen nur die blechen die ich nich mag !!! ... nene war ja nur ne idee !!