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Feb. 23rd, 2006 07:14 pmIt's Thursday evening at seven fourteen, and I am giving up on the homework due tomorrow.
This creativity on demand is hard. I'm in the process of making three (three!) sets of books, the whole apartment is knee deep in art supplies (Alright: that's a lie. The kitchen and Bibi's room are clear- the living room is only piled around the edges, and the bathroom only has my dying experiments. In my bedroom, however, this is not an exaggeration.), but none of them are inspiring, and none of them are close to finished, and just, blearg. BLEARG, I say.
This is kind of par for the course schoolwise lately. So: school, whatever, CURRENTLY: the great tragedy of my life my complete inability to bake rye bread. I've never had a cooking project resemble a building material before, but wow. Brick-like is really the only adjective that works.
This creativity on demand is hard. I'm in the process of making three (three!) sets of books, the whole apartment is knee deep in art supplies (Alright: that's a lie. The kitchen and Bibi's room are clear- the living room is only piled around the edges, and the bathroom only has my dying experiments. In my bedroom, however, this is not an exaggeration.), but none of them are inspiring, and none of them are close to finished, and just, blearg. BLEARG, I say.
This is kind of par for the course schoolwise lately. So: school, whatever, CURRENTLY: the great tragedy of my life my complete inability to bake rye bread. I've never had a cooking project resemble a building material before, but wow. Brick-like is really the only adjective that works.
