Homework is the main thing. Why was I ever tempted into taking those AP classes? It seems like I can do nothing else. There is always some unfinished work I could be doing, hovering over my head. I keep telling myself it will get better, but the work load has stayed consistently oppressive. Yes, it will get better. When summer break starts again.
However, I also need to have fun or my head will explode. This mostly consists of snatched hours of playing games from Spiderweb Software. They are, sadly, a bit addicting to me. Thus I want to play more when I really should be doing homework ("Just one more quest," I told myself. Yeah right).
Competing with homework and computer games is the getting-nearer Holiday Panic. I want to make so many things for my family and friends, but how can I possibly make them all? I'm almost finished with an amigurumi turkey for Thanksgiving, so I'm still focused on Thanksgiving. However, I know that after I finish it, I will turn my attention to all the patterns I need to make all the Christmas gifts I'm going to give. It's not going to be a pretty sight. I will, of course, need to make some soap baskets, finish up a necklace for my mom, crochet, knit, chain mail...
Then there is the business I want to start up next summer/fall, practice spinning on my borrowed spinning wheel, start on that needle felting kit that I got in September, finish that latch hook rug that I started a couple of years ago, read all the books that I've bought but haven't had a chance to read yet, try out that basket-weaving kit I put somewhere, try out all those recipes that I've saved, and I really should clean my room (not to mention the rest of the house).
So, I am writing this.








...I wish I could sew.
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If a tree falls, a star falls. When the forest is gone, we will be gone.
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If a tree falls, a star falls. When the forest is gone, we will be gone.
i luv u!!!! i haven't been on here 4 soooooo long!!! i miss the art class
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Into darkness i will fall, forever hoping to die. I hope someday your voice will call, to save me from this lie.
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If a tree falls, a star falls. When the forest is gone, we will be gone.
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Into darkness i will fall, forever hoping to die. I hope someday your voice will call, to save me from this lie.
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"In you is the beauty of the world, of which death made me an artist"
- Nightwish
"I am my own medicine turned into a poison..."
- Sonata Arctica
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