Ah, well, I finished my decade paper on the fifties just in time for a session of stomach sickness.
It wasn't pleasant, so I wasn't going to go into details, but I'm sure your imagination can supply any details lacking here.
My next preferred topic of conversation? Well, let's take a look at this week's school books.
Monday // my sister is a world-class doodler... but she is in graphic design, so maybe it's not a big deal. You can find her over here, but don't tell her I sent you.
No, not really. I'm not doing that. It just so happens that I happen to actually be doing that exact thing.
That didn't make sense.
What I mean is this: I am taking a lot of pictures of school. That's because the lined, crisp binder paper looks nice... Also, it's sitting in front of me. Mostly, it's sitting in front of me. I'm just to lazy to find something funner to take a picture of.
But I'm not going to call it a project. Not yet.
Wednesday // oh, look. it's me. doing school. working on my 50s paper... My shoes don't have heels but they help me to channel my inter June Cleaver.
My dad has a mug from a conference that his company hosted that says the theme of the conference on the side, which is "Whatever It Takes." and it's a lovely french blue. So that was my motto for the paper... Whatever it takes.
Thursday // The inevitable happened again.
Friday // As much as I complain about the snow, it is lovely, I must say.