Everything will be just fine.

 
My neighbors are moving and today they put out some old things they had for the garbage.  Throughout the day I've been watching as people take the stuff and I find it a curious thing to do.  I did it once, with an old dresser.  I made my dad go back and get it.  Ok, it was beat up and scratched and the top had coffee stains on it, but it intrigued me.  That was last summer.  My dad and I sanded the whole thing down by hand (took about a week of hard work) and I picked out stain and a finish for it.  It was really fun to do but I admit it was a pain in the butt.  That dresser is now in my room full of my weird clothes and looking top notch.  I'd say it wins the Ultimate Recycling Award.
 
Tonight is craft night and I'm ready!  I painted a ceramic bowl last week and it's hottt.  I love art but I've only done it for myself.  Like my fingerpainting that I did a lot of last year... that was just me putting emotions on paper.  Shapes are overrated.