Perfect Picture = Picture Perfect

Back to the challenge at last!

The prompt is "a picture of something that makes you happy," but instead, I'm going to talk about a picture that makes me happy. But first, some ambiance.

Yesterday was an interesting day. Celery and I ran into Shantel and Sarah H. at the temple, which was fun, and then I caught a fly with my bare hands while we were waiting in the chapel. I'm told that my face in that moment was something to behold. For the record, little fly feet crawling on one's fingers tickles, but at least it's better than the sensation of one trying to fly up your nose. (Laura just shuddered reading this. Called it.)

At school, there was a palpable feeling that the semester is winding down. We finished translating Pliny's letter about the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in my Latin class, and in German we had a potluck.

And now to the point, with some amusing anecdotes thrown in (okay, maybe just one).

The rest of my day was devoted entirely to my final project for my British literature class, which was naturally due at midnight. From 1 p.m. on, I just bit the bullet and tried not to think too much about the fact that I should've started it earlier, "it" being a drawing of Susan Pevensie post-Last Battle.

As I worked, there was a little piece of my brain constantly analyzing whether I was on schedule or not.

Admittedly, I got off to a bit of a rocky start. I spent five minutes cross-multiplying and dividing fractions only to come to the hilariously obvious conclusion that four divided by eight is one-half. And then Matt and Tim cracked up laughing at me. Or with me. One of those. I was laughing too hard myself to tell.

For the next nine hours, everything came together like a happy dream. There were times when I felt like I was just along for the ride. I had forgotten that drawing could be like that. I had forgotten what it was like to sketch and ink and color and not feel like I was senselessly bashing my head against a very solid wall.

I'm still riding waves of amazement at how everything went the way it was supposed to when it was supposed to. The entire experience was exactly the opposite of the Great Heroes Final Stick Figure Fiasco of 2012.

After I finished, my dad and I stood there for a good ten minutes just looking at it.

Sometimes, I blow my own mind. And, that makes me happy.

I feel weird about uploading the whole thing for general viewing before it's been graded, but I will leave you with a little piece to tantalize your mental taste buds.

Listening to: "Kiss Me Slowly" by Parachute
Reading: Persuasion by Jane Austen