so before i went down to the newsagent (coz i had to put some film in for developing) and i got indulgent and bought a south park coloring book and some crayons. It was one of those really comforting impulse buys that you have to allow yourself once in a while. I bought it pretty much so that robbie and i could waste hours away coloring and fighting over who gets the cartman pages. but i also bought it so that i can give into my childlike tendencies. I've kinda been thinking lately that i can be a little too grown up sometimes so i want to relax some more...and what better way to relax is there than giving in to the magical world of coloring books?
it's funny tho, coz when i was robbie's age i HATED the way that crayon's smelled, and i also hated the fact that i had to color in between the defined set of lines. i mean, it's not that i couldn't color inbetween the lines - i just hated knowing that i had to do it. not only that, but i remember being traumatized when i was younger due to a coloring incident and i don't think that i ever got over it...i remember being in my catholic kindergarten class (no, i am not catholic) and we were all coloring in these giraffes. everyone else's giraffe was yellow and brown (*yawn*), but mine was purple and red and green....and the nun in charge told me to do it over again coz i didn't do it right, and that i should color it like everyone else.
man....i cried my fuckin eyes out when she said that. did she know nothing about creative expression???? she was definately no sister wendy....
but after that almost every coloring book that mum ever bought me went untouched...hmmmm...maybe if i dig deep enough i can attribute this kinder scar to my poor art grades in high school *L*
but someone at uni the other day told me that coloring is therapeutic...and i have to agree...rob and i have so far colored 5 pages and i am feeling ungodly serene....maybe if i finish the book, all my woes will disappear.
~dannii
jul 2 - fuckers
jun 13 - bored
may 11 - GAMSAT
april 20 - adios
apr 13 - babble