Hands: Graf #1

My hands are always dry now because I do ceramics and I always have to wash to tools and wheels I use, I'm artistic and I love art even though I'm not the best. You don't have to be amazing at art to love it, you just have to be willing to admit that you aren't the best. My fingernails are jagged and short, I'm always biting them when they get a weak spot. There's no room for the weak in the world, you have to be willing to go after what you want and be a shark in the world now. My class ring is always on my right ring finger, I never take it off unless I'm working on a pottery wheel, even then it goes in my pocket. I hate my high school,  I don't fit in and I don't have a lot of friends. My class ring reminds me that I'm making it though, it's proof that I worked through everything and stayed until the end. I have a perminant calous on my right middle finger because I'm always writing something. I prefer to write with pen and pencil, no matter how long the piece is, it makes me feel as though I'm connected to what I'm writing, like it's real, I'm actually writing this piece, it's original, it's mine, it's me. There's a small cut on my left hand by my pinky, I have 3 cats and they like to play rough. Or maybe it's from one day when I had to get a binder or something from inside of my locker and I had too many things shoved inside it. I'm disorganized and I would rather just throw everything into my locker instead of actually spending 5 minutes or so rearranging everything. In the light you can see every line on the inside of my hands, there are curls on my palm and swirls on my fingertips. My hands are pale, I never tan, when I go out into the sun in the summer I go from white to red, even with sunscreen. My origins are Eastern European, Scottish, Irish, and German to be exact. My fingernails are bare, I should really paint them again,but I'm too lazy to. My right pinky tilts away from my other fingers, when I curl my fingers in you can see the veins in  the back of my hand. There's a crease under my fingernails on the back of my hands, on every finger but my thumbs. You can still see a small indent in my right thumb, right underneath my fingernail, in the right light from where my sister's rabbit bit me, and drew blood.Oh, there's a small white spot underneath my left pinky and middle finger nails, and my right pointer finger nail, calcium deficiency is what I think it means, that's odd, I drink at least a glass of milk every day, and I love cheese. My finger tips are sort of tough from learning how to play piano, guiter, and messing around with the violin. I love music, I'm not the best at playing instruments, I used to play trumpet in my middle school band until mid-eighth grade. My hands do so much, they typed this whole blog, they changed the song on my ipod thousands of times today. They push my glasses back up my nose and clasped eachother tightly when I got my left ear pierced. They've held at least 10 little children, they've slapped people across the face, and they've sent millions of text messages, not all of them nice. They've wiped away millions of tears and felt so many things, my hands are like two scrapbooks filled with 17 years of memories.