mockingbird

There is absolutely no way I'm not gonna be a fatty when I'm older.

If my metabolism slows down like everyone claims it will, I'm screwed. I eat all the time, pretty much.

On another note, I've been busy as hell. I finally finished my boyfriend's scarf for Christmas. It's only mildly retarded. As opposed to the one I made him like four years ago that was just me making knots in colorful thread.

I have to finish the cranes up by next Thursday. I have 860. I'm waiting until Friday and then if I don't have 900+, I'm going to finish them off myself because finals are next week and I need to get this box out by Thursday before I go home.

I also have to put a lot of shit in boxes or take it home, and then take down all of my posters and move everything six inches from the wall because they're spraying for bugs.

Studying for finals isn't bad. I only have four. I'm kind of mad because I have one Tuesday, one Friday, and two on Saturday. So I'm essentially stuck here two extra days. But it's all good.

I'm excited for this weekend. On Friday I'm seeing Golden Compass and going home so my mom and I can go to the Renegade Craft fair on Saturday. And then Sunday I'm going for brunch with my parents and my godmother.

Mainly, I just can't wait to be home.