"...I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a do crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me. Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's ion its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave and has to go about that way every night grieving" (5). The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Good news: I have a story line for my concentration! It's vague, but it's there, and it's thanks to the McBride who is so good at thinking outside of the box, and inside the sketchbook.
Bad news: I went to try and sell ads for the AP poster today, and didn't sell a single one to any of the 10+ businesses I approached!! They all care about Lakeridge football but not the art department...who happens to kick a lot more ass than one measly game won against Pex Rutnam...
and I'm writing an English essay...but i found a really sick quote!
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