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So I've been practicing, it's only been two days, but still I've been practicing every day for two days. Yesterday there was this Charlie Brown book on the registers so I kept trying to draw it. It's like the first one was good, and then the more I drew the worse it came out. Maybe I was concentrating to hard or something. It was a book called "Charlie Brown's Valentine's Day." I think. Here's the ending result.



I thought it was hilarious!

Yesterday Serge and I, were talking about lines and crossing them. He was talking about this comedianne he liked, I can't remember her name I think it's Judy something, and she's Jewish, and how he likes her because she's just so hilarious. And I was like yah she's funny, but she crosses the line a bit. Like sometime's she'll say "the blacks" or "spic" or "chinks". I think that's just horrible and when people laugh they're probably laughing out of nervousness or the fear that they aren't open minded enough for her comedy. Serge was like "Well I think we should cross the lines, so there won't be anymore." And I was like "well some lines are there for reasons." And he was talking about how lines had to be crossed or else there would still be segregation and all this other crap. And I was just like come on, this is logic, we all know one race of people shouldn't be placed higher than another because of they're skin complextion. And throwing around deregotory words aren't lines that need to be crossed. And then he was like "well who says what's right and wrong." I couldn't give him a good answer. It's like we know what's wrong and right but apparently there is no real definition.