Here I go again...

You know you're sick of your essays when you find yourself Googling "how to become a private investigator."

Whatever will I think of next?

Ok, so it wasn't totally random. I mean, I went through several different detective phases when I was a kid, but I think everyone goes through that. I got excited because I solved a mystery today: The Case of Where the Hell Did I Put My Eyeliner? Also, my roommate told me yesterday I should be a detective when she heard about my freakish memory. Yeah, maybe if I actually paid attention to the real world and could lie without smiling.

X-MAS LIST UPDATE: Munsell Color Chart. Needed for senior project and life. Way more money than Richard told me it was. Figures. Also, I want a contour gauge. Man, I'm expensive AND boring. :/

Irony: The history paper I whined so much about? DONE, and kind of enjoyable in the end. Senior project stuff is now the most painful thing on my agenda, while a few weeks ago it was my favorite. Oh how finding out you're doing everything wrong can destroy your love for an assignment.

I missed Music Monday because all my music is on my computer whose display won't turn on. Sorry. It would have been carols anyway.

Now back to the horrible senior project proposal / preliminary analysis of nebulous doom.