My verdict of this weekend:
Aunt Polly is the cutest, sweetest, most beautiful lady in the world and I love her.
My uncles are absolutely incredible. I have so much respect for them, and truly look up to them. They inspire me so much, and I can't believe I'm actually related to them.
My cousin Larissa is beautiful, and so intense. I look up to her.
The rest of my family is so truly amazing. I had no idea I came from such a line of fantastic people.
At least half of the people in my family are artists. Not even kidding. Probably more than half. That, or they LOOK like artists. They're all so incredible, talented, inspiring and just... wonderful. They're all so strong, too. Brave, brilliant people. And... this is what's running through me?
I have discovered family and am breath taken. I never really understood family when I was younger, and couldn't deeply appreciate it. I honestly had no idea what I was missing out on, and even with experiencing it now, I still can't find the words to explain it.
Now that I have experienced this, I do not want to let it go. I don't want to miss out on anymore of this.

Guh, FAMILY. They are the love I need. The kind that fills your heart, even with its gaps. Lacking a father? Friends? Fuck it, I've got aunts and uncles.

I love it when things start to make sense.
And now I'm so inspired by the talent in my family, I really need to start doing art again. I need to get into Beal, make my family proud, prove my worth, etc, etc. Did I mention I met my uncle Art (irony) who tought art at Beal? Yeah. He's wonderful.

That said. SLEEP; you are my bitch. Goodnight blog.


Also:

Rest in peace Uncle Jack. ♥