obsession. moving. not funny.

don't worry guys, I'm still alive. Just workin 40 hours this week and trying to move.

I'm not okay.

this is my latest obsession, weird video, great song. Bruno Mars, i love you.

so, the thing is,
I'm movin to LOGAN today.
and in celebration of moving, I went to Ikea with Hether, kelcee, & Kac.
such a bad. idea.
I need to be supervised at all times.
the damage wasn't too bad.
uhh....

sorry credit card.
I'm excited about a new project i'm working on for my room,
I'll post the results if they turn out well...and if i fail, then i will know i should probably start training on how to be successful at being a girl.

i always think of these great projects that i should do, that will be so CUTE and great.
when i get a great idea like this, i obsess over it until i accomplish it, like i need to finish it right-that-second.
so i do, and it turns out really ugly.
and i realize i am not good at making pretty things.
I hope this is not true as far as making children goes, I cannot handle ugly babies.

I always have this perfect image in my head about how the project will turn out, it'll be really cute and perfect, and somehow my underdeveloped 3rd grade art skills will be more than enough to complete whatever i'm working on. so I'm all excited that god is gonna grant me superpower artistic skill for 1.5 hours to complete this project. This is sad because i truly do believe i can be good at artistic activities.

despite my disabilities, which apparently are an awful ponytail and a broken hand...? i attempt to complete the project.


the reality is that my sub-par art skills will never mature. I am not even a good doodler. If i could improve 3 of my abilities they would be:
fighting skillz
art skillz
singing skillz.

in all honesty, I'm lucky if i can correctly draw a stick figure on a white board.
you guys have seen my paint illustrations, you know. so the project always resembles a steaming pile of poop. and i promise i will never try a project again.



alas, i will try again. because i am dumb.


the house is great, and pics will be up as soon as i get situated in the new humble abode.
the thought of classes makes me want to stab myself repeatedly in the neck.
gross.
skoo? NOOOOOO.