One picture per day.
Textbooks for the upcoming semester, save for my Principles of Sociology textbook, and Persepolis for English. Maybe I can just pick that one up at Amazon. I’m not going to worry about it until the first day of class. Now all I need to do is go to Staples and get some notebooks.
I slept through the day, mostly because I took my pill way too late, but partially because I think I really needed the rest. And she absolutely backed me up on that. Which is absolutely why I adore her.
Okay, so I don’t think I did last year right, but eh. Whatever, right?
Anyway, the first picture of 2013 is a screen-capped tweet from the infamous Wil Wheaton. Because the man SPEAKS THE TRUTH.
Voila. This semester’s grades. Not as spectacular as last semester’s, but you know what? I’ll take it nonetheless. After that bloody hurricane and everything else getting knocked out of alignment, I’m really surprised that I even gave a fuck there at the end. But I did, and I.. well, I didn’t knock it out of the park, but I’m on third, and that’s pretty terrific.
Handwritten page no. 73, in this somewhat personalized epic of, well, epic proportions. I’m writing this, not just for myself, but for someone else who is incredibly important to me. She knows who she is.
I saw this comic and, well, I kind of wanted to remake it. It made me think.
This was a Christmas card that I received from my very, very good, amazingly awesome friend from out west. I thought the card was cute, but hadn’t heeded the warning on the card’s envelope. And when I opened the card?
The teeny tiny Keith Olbermann baseball card. This is the greatest piece of Keith memorabilia pretty much ever. Now all I need to do is meet him so I can get him to sign it!