Happy like . . . Rainbows:

So one of the voices in my head is telling me to say something funny to make up for yesterday's incredibly depressing post that surely has every with a heart mildly concerned. So here it is, I hope for it to be a qoute in my future movie (be glad it will never be made!). In order to read it you first must picture a young british girl all prim and proper-like around the age of 8, here goes:

"Mommy says that whenever a grown man farts a baby whale gets its wings."

That my friends is a Clay original so enjoy it and laugh. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. HAPPY THOUGHTS. Ok. So I've decided to take another break from art, too much frustration, but I'll surely pick it up again soon. (I don't think I could make it through some classes without a sketchbook at least!) I'm like a yo-yo; (at this point I break with one thought on my mind. Semi-colon. Of all the punctuations in the english language, this is the one I know the least about. Granted I don't really know much about any punctuation having gone to a moron's high school. I tend to just slap a comma here, (haha) a colon there, and occaisonally just pull a semi-colon out of the who-ja-whats-it and call it a go. Anyway, just a random thought.) one minute down the next right back up with a loud Boioioioioinggg sound (which would be more like a spring rather than a yo-yo, unless of course this was written after spring yo-yos or is that before boioioioioinggg sounds?). Ahh parentheses. I can like those.

I'll stop.

Luv,

Clay