Despite the everlasting amount of homework and/or stress that this (over-extended) season of life holds, I still say to it: "Hey."
...and then I say, "You will not rule me."
So although I should have spent the majority of my weekend engulfed in preparation for my essay, I think it is a rule of nature that we always somehow miraculously uncover a portion of time for ourselves. Where we find it, we don't know. "Perhaps in another dimension", I would answer to my conscience, who doesn't seem to respect personal space.
I think for a long time my hobbies and interests got pushed to the wayside.
My obligation to say "Oh, I don't have time for you!" (speaking to my hobbies/interests) is certainly strong when it wants to be...
but then there are those times when They (hobbies) are tired of being ignored and disrespected, so They revolt and there is just nothing I can do to stop them.
Its only fair that I give in. So, justice was served this weekend and I ended up with this piece of work. I'm really into making pillows lately? There will be more to come. I also started making an infinity scarf (but that's going to take me forever!) and found that exfoliating is another hobby I've developed? (weird).
I don't even need a back story for this one...
There was an Ugliest Dog Contest this weekend. 'nuff said. I wasn't going to miss it. There were all sorts of canines swarming the place, hanging out, bein' ugly, bein' cute. It was glorious.
I am quite possibly declaring it as a highlight of the year for me.
Carefree, offbeat, and intriguing. Right up my alley. :)
The first was the winner last year, Rascal.
And the second one is the winner this year, Chomper.
now that I've procrastinated long enough, its time to learn about social movements that took place in the 1970s.
Peace.
