April is the cruelest month (I've always wanted to begin something with that line), and Sunday is the loneliest day. I'm not sure why that is, but I often feel slightly sad on a Sunday afternoon.

I learned how to crochet this weekend. I love telling people that, and then having them ask who taught me. "The internet," I say, which is true. I printed out a couple of pictures detailing what I'm supposed to do, and off I went. Easy as that. I'm still working on following a pattern though; that's not so easy. Why do they have to make it hard?: dc in sc 5l ps. Seriously. Too many abbreviations for me.

I had two papers to write this weekend. Two. I'm not overly fond of formal papers, but I did my best. I only have two more weeks left of class, and I'm so looking forward to it! The worst part about school is showing up. If I could do the work on my own without spending four hours a week in a classroom, I would totally love school. But as it is, I waste four good hours of my life trying to block out the sound of a teacher droning on and on about things I don't need to know, or could have learned on my own from a book. Ah, the cynicism of one who thinks she knows it all (ie, me.).

Well, night draweth near. I suppose I must go.

 

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