Listening to: "Hide & Seek" -- Imogen Heap
Reading: The Shack by W. Paul Young
Things seem to be going well for me. My classes this semester are more often easy than difficult (which is a new thing for me), including math. My teachers seem to be okay with me, and I like three out of four of those teachers -- and all of them are female, so that's a real surprise!
I'm designing a poster for an upcoming play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and it's been a real challenge. I don't normally draw "traditional" fairies, because I find them cliche, but I'm having fun with this. It's kind of like indulging in a book that you know is terribly written, with overused themes and a predictable plot. Y'know, like Twilight (which yes, I did secretly like until the fourth book), or those Vampire Kisses books (which I have to love because the heroine is such a smarty pants).
For Halloween, I'm going over to E.C.U. to party with my friend Alice (and by party, I mean pretend to have fun at some frat house, get bored, and go to Barnes & Noble, where I will spend my life's savings). She's dressing as Alice in Wonderland, and I'm going to be a B.A. version of Little Red Riding Hood. We're both making our costumes this year -- I mean, really making them. I'm not buying anything but fabric and a plastic knife, which, as I will explain to anyone who asks, was used to kill the Big Bad Wolf. I have also asked my mother to buy me pepper spray, as an added precaution.
So, everything's just wonderful. My only complaint is that I miss my college-bound friends, especially Alice and Matt, but I'll get to see Alice soon, and I've spoken to Matt a couple times. He's having a hard time, and seems really depressed. I made him white-chocolate-chip cookies without Macadamia nuts, because I know that's what he likes, and I painted a box with a city skyline at night, in purple, because I know that's his favorite color. So, after evaluating the measures that I have taken to make him happy, you can judge for yourself exactly what our relationship is.
That's right. I'm like the old granny who knits sweaters and bakes, and so I suppose that makes him like my grandson. Joy.