FRIDA KAHLO. What a person to be writing about at a time like this. For an assignment, I mean. But wow, she's a little hard to write about. Actually, I'm becoming very interested in her, but writing an assignment about her in an hour wasn't the best idea. I could barely get into her, and barely just start thinking about all this stuff, and then I had to finish, and hand it in.
But yes... the things she painted. Death. Life. Obsession. Inadequacy. Spiritual things... no matter what anyone else says... very spiritual things. I like how she paints death. I like how it's right there, in your face. Sometimes literately in her face. Haha. But really, I like it. And the whole thing about death being life and vice versa... it's all there. Woot.

So... I really hope we move to this house that they looked at. It sounds big and amazing and cool, with all these different rooms, and three rooms in the attic for us girls, and two sets of stairs getting to the second floor (one for us, for the attic, because we're the servant girls! ha) and like... wow. From what they explained, it's all artsy and weird and cool. A giant bathtub with wooden steps leading up to it and a wooden bench and sticks and twigs decorating it? Sounds cool to me. Oddly shaped rooms? Wonderful.

Anyway... I'm about to write the scene where Via tells her that thing about her mother. Whewt.

School is over! I have a hair appt tomorrow. I'm actually nervous, though I'm not sure why. Maybe because I haven't gotten my hair professional done in like, years and years and years. Atleast seven years, maybe more. I don't even know how to get there by bus... or how long it'd take. Hopefully granddad can drive me.

So... I don't know. I'll update this later.

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