Penny's written that she doesn't feel grown up. Doesn't feel qualified to talk to a bunch of yahoo's about art and making it a carreer. Who's she kidding!
If Penny is a kid now, then she was a grownup back in the day. [Atleast she never had a problem putting on a display as a kid.] Think back to the time she chased Jerry the street. He was on a bike and he couldn't even get away! Her baseball bat hit his seat about 10 times before she stopped running. Think to another time when I was cornered on a playground after school by these two bullies, Nate and Ted (if that was the second's name). She came running into the pete-rock so fast, you could see sprays behind her. She laid waste to them. Then think about snipe-hunting in a graveyard in a small Wisconsin town. She wasn't scared when she popped out from behind the grave and screamed at my friends and me.
In fact, the only time she's been kid-like was when she made her first cookies. She put 3 or 4 tablespoons vice 3/4 teaspoons of salt in these wretched cookies. I can still taste it to this day. I'd never want to be a cow. I'd hate licking salt blocks. I shutter at salt.
Anyways, seems like (1) she's being overdramatic as usual or (2) she's forgotten that being a monster has nothing to do with appearances. Being a monster has everything to do with believing you're one (and scaring kids in graveyards never hurts). Being an adult, a professional, or an artist has to ride on the same theory. It helps to hold a paintbrush, but all being an artist is boils down to one thing: believing it yourself.
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