“I've Got Blisters on Me Fingers!”

If the title (or the artwork) doesn't give away the who's and what's about this, make note that the title does allude to Ringo, after along day of being Ringo (which is basically equivalent to 1/32nd of being Paul McCartney. I’m not too sure if that's legit conversion, just a shot in the dark). Anyways, not to worry, there aren't any descriptive details of oozing blisters and such thing along those lines, because that's just gross.

It's more of a funny story… well, maybe not a funny story, but a real puzzler of a tale. On the morn of Tuesday, I had woken up with blisters upon my fingers. Oh boy. Not too sure what I was doing that made them appear. Especially the ones on my left hand, seeing as a certain string should've help to callous them over. It's just pretty odd and whatnot. Eventually I had ignored them for the day.

There’s nothing like a good art story. During class later that day, I was “drawing,” having “fun” with oil stick. Oil stick is used to mark cows and sometimes draw, but I don't think the cow would appreciate that. It's like using a wet sidewalk caulk, basically. Still weird, drawing on cows. The goal is to draw something from life, which is easier said than done. And on a personal level, I'm digging how this drawing is turning out compared the to the last oil stick I did. Not going to brag, but I got some pretty sweet tooth growing on it.

Of course, after using these oil sticks one's hands can become quite messy, and I don't really want to make more messes elsewhere, so why not clean them? Remember by this time I had forgotten about them. What could go wrong? One does have to scrubbed to get the oil off- it's essentially like paint. And in the processes of the doing that, I had torn one of them. And a couple other things happened. I guess the main point of the matter that I would like to get across was that it hurt, simply.