Craft!

From five and a half: photo journals
From not martha: marble magnets

I switched conditioners, and now my hair smells like coconuts. You might think that sounds nice, but it is actually confusing. Real-time report of what is going on in my brain, roughly once every three minutes: "Whoa... coconuts. Wait... does that mean I can drink piña coladas now? If you like pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain... Wait, what? Why does my hair smell like that?!?"

I am at school, working. The mountain of work that is paralyzing me is diminishing, although not as fast as I might like. My apologies. Believe me, internet, you are not the only thing I like that I am neglecting.