celui là est un peu nul

i finally conquered the beast and finished reading "notre dame de paris" 

what a good read! 

and a depressing ending...
our class discussion was semi interesting.
so i read my entire blog. 
all 40 something entries.

some girl in class "if we're having twins, we're getting a nanny"

still surprised people consider that option. 

whatever, i have no idea how that stuff works.

today in class i laughed a little too loudly. 

that awkward "what the..." sensation filled the air.

i felt it.

ugh. 

i think i should set up a tent in the jkb. 

i basically live there. 

19 hours of my week are spent in that building. 

that's not including the frequent studying nights i have there as well. 

i feel like getting a really nice big camera. 

it seems like a nice excuse to take an endless amount of pictures.

i feel so much more judged with my tiny one. 

"that girl with the big camera, oh it's probably for some project. let's ignore her."

"that girl with the tiny camera, oh what is she doing?"

i wore a broken watch today, merely for good looks. 

that part worked. 

i wonder how satisfied people are with their choices. 

does anything ever bother them?

i've made some choices that drive me crazy...

this evening i was so bored at work that i drew all over my arm.

if you know me well, you know i absolutely hate that. 

but i did it. 

and then i looked at tattoos on pinterest.

because they seemed slightly appealing for a solid hour. 

tonight i created this: 

yay for 20 minutes of mindless activity,

tomorrow there is a valentine's day stake dance. 

i might go.