They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So, theoretically, if I don't have a picture for Wednesday, Thursday or Friday, I could just give you three thousand carefully crafted words to form a mental picture?
Three thousand words is a decent sized academic essay, and usually by the end of one I'm a nervous wreck. A very informed, well cited nervous wreck. Recovery usually involves a lot of sleeping, and then eating, and then more sleeping, and several animated movies.
On Wednesday I was going to take another photo of my laptop and then decided not (you're welcome). Thursday is a blur because I was finishing a paper, and then on Friday morning I was running out to the car when I realised I didn't have my camera with me. I looked at my watch. I looked at the car. I looked back at the house. I looked down at my nice boot which was slowly sinking into the mud.
I didn't go back for the camera, so no shots of what I did on Friday morning. That's the morning I work at the library, so just picture rows and rows of bookshelves. In between all these rows is a girl with a trolley, and she's frantically trying to remember her alphabet while creatively re-arranging the fiction so she can fit about 275 new books on the shelf. (That girl is me.)
On Saturday I took some photos of the nice things I do when I'm stuck at home studying, in an effort to stay sane.
I like to think I'm scrapbooking. I've started several scrapbooks but I think I'm going to actually finish this one! I'm enjoying using up all the ink in my gel pens from primary school. I knew they'd come in handy one day.
I also pretend to play the piano. I'm not going to talk anymore about that.
Sometimes I even use my sewing machine (gasp). Here you can see that I'm making something with a tail and if you're really good you might notice what it is.
