I entered a contest.
I feel a little like I'm ten years old again. You know like when you enter to win the contest on the back of the Froot Loops box. Yeah, my mom bought us Froot Loops. Don't judge. I turned out bionic, remember?
So I entered an art contest. With the above picture. It makes my stomach flip flop just a wee bit thinking about it. I hate to be in competition with anyone. If I don't compete then I can't lose. And if I don't lose then there is no proof that I'm not all that I think I am in my head. No, I'm not a competitor. So this is a stretch for me.
Funny thing is, I don't even know what the prize is exactly. The instructions were pretty vague.
And I don't really care. I just entered because, well... now that I think about it, I'm not really sure why I entered at all.
Well wish me luck anyway.
And in case you are wondering, I purposefully didn't tell you what contest I entered so you won't go enter yourself. I hate competition remember?
Maybe I'll be the only entry.