I made some paper snowflakes last weekend, folding and cutting until all the curves and gaps met together to create the right shape. My sister made some, too, and when we were done we taped them on the glass doors. It makes everything a little more festive. We don't get snow down in Texas, except for maybe one day in February. This doesn't bother me as much as it used to, partly because I'm used to it, partly because I know there'll be snow where I'm going for Christmas. And partly because this means it's not below freezing, which I appreciate. In the forties is cold enough for me, thank you very much. I can wait for California. In the mean time, I'll just be admiring my handiwork.
In other news... THE WEEK IS FINALLY OVER. Commence applause. I'm still alive.
Although I'm happy, I don't want to celebrate too soon. I still have two more days of finals and that involves writing a paper for art, yes art, giving a short presentation for Great Ideas, and *gulp* the Pre-Cal test. After that, I'm home free. I. Can't. Wait.
This week was, no exaggeration, terrible. Like, all of it. I had so much homework/studying to do and I stayed up too late practically every day and it felt like everything was working against me. My internet was being slow and yesterday the bus driver kicked my friend off the bus for not having the right kind of pass so all my plans were ruined and I had to walk home in the cold wet rain alone and then I had to work a lot and got very little sleep. My only consolation was talking to people who were going through the same thing and listening to calming music. But gosh, isn't that, like, the same for every teenager? I lufff my friendsss and music is mah life <3