#sea-star

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#471 Starfish

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OH MY GOD DO YOU REMEMBER THIS!?!?!?

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New study in the 'Others' section about a new sea-star disease. Densovirus associated with sea-star wasting disease and mass mortality.

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Dream cosplay: Me as Lilo My sister as Nani (Bonus if my girlfriend is Stitch)

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Sister's coming to visit me. We're gonna paint our feelings out and feel better.

On a related note, the canvas I painted last week is now hanging in my girlfriend's bedroom. <3

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It was a good day.

I spent the afternoon/evening sitting outside with my sister and painting. It was nice. We listened to Amanda Palmer and Bitter Ruin and painted a couple of canvases and some notebook pages and a blanket. XD This is kind of an event for me, considering I'm not really a...visual artist? And I'm always like, "Nooo, I shouldn't even try to paint/draw/etc. because I don't know how and it'll turn out bad." My sister does what I would call abstract painting; it's a hobby and a stress reliever and something she really likes to do. While it might not be my preferred artistic medium, I did enjoy myself, and I can definitely see how you could get really into it. Maybe if I look into painting, it'll help me to accept that not everything has to be a masterpiece. I think that's a good way of looking at it.

I'll show you guys my art sometime. ;)

Another highlight of the day: I left my dad a copy of my short story a couple weeks ago. He read it, and he told my sister (who told me) that it was "masterful." And I know you might be thinking, "Well, he's your dad; of course he's gonna give you compliments." NO. Okay. Regardless of whether you're his child, this man does not give compliments he does not mean. He would not use a word like "masterful" unless he meant it. Further still, he gave me money for new glasses and phrased it as "an investment in your writing skills. If you're going to write, you have to be able to see." And that probably doesn't seem like much. But...it made me happy. <3 My dad has made no secret of his dubious attitude toward my English major. So having him praise me like that is really, really nice.

I like my family. They're good ones. I'm so lucky to have ones I like and who like me back. I know that. I'm grateful for the unique relationship I have with them. To know that whenever I'm feeling crappy, I can just run home and my sister will hug me and watch a cartoon with me and paint with me--be it canvas or just our fingernails--and my dada will laugh at me and say, "oh, little Sara" and ask me if I need any money.

Okay, okay, back to editing these stories now; it's late.