Tom

Today my brother and my mom brought home a new pet bird.

perfectly ironic birds being my new inspiration an all

our family has gone through countless birds. 

the last was a love bird named Rico

Bentley my puppy murdered poor Rico.

Anyway Our new bird's name is Tom

How original right?

I wanted to name him  Maserati but no one liked my suggestion.

So Tom is not a nice bird he is far too loud and bites.

He is making this poetry/literary analysis's I'm supposed to be rewriting impossible.

Which brings me to my next point. 

I HATE POETRY ANALYSIS'

Shakespeare himself did not interpret his poetry this in depth!

I have rewritten this essay 5 times now

The class in done working on this assignment 

of course I'm the one stuck in this Godforsaken Rut

i don't know if my writing skills are getting progressively worse

or if my teachers Patience is growing thin.

On the bright side i completed my peacock painting before Tom tainted my inspiration.

  :)
P.S Gossip Girl tonight!
xoxo
Ciao Bella