Megan is one of the teachers in the art department in my district. She's around my age, one of two teachers close to my age, and I had assigned her an identity in my mind. I tagged her a type-A person with drawing skills far superior to mine, hence there was no sense in trying to befriend her. I asked her for some advice today, because that's an acceptable way to interact with people who you've decided are better than you. She was very helpful, but most of the time we talked about stuff you talk about with friends- weird because why would someone as perfectly put together as Megan want to talk to me? What a fucking headcase I can be! What a waste of brainspace that is! She invited me to her boyfriend's graduation party tomorrow night and suggested we get together over the summer so I can teach her photography stuff and she can teach me painting stuff. Om Mitraya Namaha. Like it or not, I have been drawing friendship to myself so I'll just have to make room for it in my consciousness. Sara is the other teacher who is close to my age and is also a great person with friend potential. Suck it up and be a friend, Harper. I'm getting better little by little but I sure do appreciate the gentle votes of confidence from the universe.
Bedtime
sweet photo of Granny Franny and me
a fun night of Indiana Jones with Andy and Jean
surprise plants popping up in the garden
sweet-smelling crabapple trees
sun
successful coil pots
lovely still lives
El Rey tamales
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