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So I've had this really cool idea on my mind for about a year, which included paper. I dunno, for some reason I had this wierd obsession of wanting to cut up some paper, and create some cool looking images (started with this one I did of a cd cover, and kind of ended with it too, but i still wanted to do more). Well, a few days ago, I finally got the energy to start one, and since lately I'd been doing a lot with clouds (photos, drawings) I decided I'd start with that.

It only took me about an hour to make the shapes, another to cut them out, and then one more to try and place them in a position that I really liked. Finally, I found one. The piece actually looked perfect to me, something I was quite proud of for once that I had made, and with a sweet style too. I hadn't yet glued it all together, and I just left it sitting, unglued, on the cooler in my room. There was no way I was spending anymore time on this one thing for a full night, besides, glueing was going to be a major pain in the ass.

It had been sitting there all week, with no interruption; not one thing had touched it, not moved it, nor even fucking breathed on it. This afternoon however, I decide I finally want to finish the thing, and glue it all together. The damn thing isn't there. I started freaking out, dodging my head back and forth around the room, "maybesomeonemoveditdidthewindtakeitaregnomesinvadingdidsomeonegetjealoushowdiditdisappear!?" I was seriously freaking out. Then I noticed that the cooler had been opened. Again I thought, "Someone must have moved it, they wouldn't just be cold hearted and open the thing with my art on top... would they?" Slowly I moved to look behind the cooler... it was like seeing a dead animal.

I really can't wait until both of my brothers get the hell out of this house. And knowing that that time is very soon, makes me happier than anything.

I wish I had an art studio, and a well protected vault.