Zippers, Grecians and Toddlers

I didn’t really feel like writing tonight, but since my levels of self-discipline are just so…depleted, I felt like a show of determination tonight might demonstrate to me that I’m not a complete weenie.
But I doubt it.

Today, I went to MOPS with O for the first time in over a year. And by “went to MOPS” I do mean that I dropped her off and fled for my life. I dearly love children but 19 two-year-olds can terrify even the most stony hearted. That is why God decided that even multiple births could only yield so many of the same age at the same time. I rest my case.

While she was doing the work of heroes, I ran to JoAnn’s. Bought a zipper. Enthralling, I know.

Then I got to vegetate for a bit at Starbucks, a retreat I have not visited since being home. After reading Les Mis for a little over an hour, I was kindly interrupted by an older Grecian man. He proceeded to entertain me with his iPhone pictures and Perry Como youtube songs for half an hour. He flies back to Greece on Friday. I hope he arrives safely with his cute little self.

Bearing a (un)salted caramel hot chocolate to the warrior (Starbucks does not carry the salt topping in the off season), I returned to fetch the unsung heroes of the day. Along with my sister, Jess’s younger sister was also one of the few and the brave.

When I got back home, I put the zipper to good use and finished my sister’s Christmas present. Yes. I know it’s January already. Please don’t rub it in.
I made her a clutch out of an old book, and it turned out rather fetchingly if I do say so myself. She was pleased at any rate.

Oyez, Oyez

Let it be known that on this day, December tenth, in the year of our Lord two thousand and thirteen, I threw a royal fit.
I regret it, and thankfully no one witnessed it, but I just broke down and cried.

It is just that time of the semester. At this point, I’m pretty certain the most minor of tragedies or even non-tragic events could move me to tears. Absolutely enthralling state to be in.

Otherwise, the weather continued to be my friend, my classes went smoothly and I’m procrastinating and working on my paper for Brit Lit. I think I have finished all homework for science and possibly several other classes. Bizarre.

I got two cards in the mail today. That was encouraging and I beamed like a fool all the way from my po box to my room.

I auditioned. Cold read, rant about cancer and death mints. I think it went well. At least people laughed. So that was encouraging. The spike of adrenaline was nice, too.

No more tears, now, okay?
Okay.
Good.

It Was Saturday

Apparently I was too scattered yesterday to remember a rather momentous event: I talked to Steve for the first time in over a month. It was amazing. And wonderful. And really nice to catch up.

Once again, I am alone in my room. And seriously, I’m getting a bit spoiled. I’m not going to know how to deal with two roommates tomorrow night.

Today was filled with homework. Drawing, piano, and all the rest. But I’m pretty much done for the week so YEEHAW. I successfully avoided a social function in the evening and didn’t even see Twigg until the very end of today. I spoke to her father for the first time, making my characteristically awkward first impression. I also drank two cups of hot chocolate today. Extravagence in the extreme.

Oh. And I wrote more story.
That’s cause for celebration.