::dances

I'm dooone, I'm dooone! My paper is ooooover! I'm free, I'm free, I'm freeeeeee! ::boogies::

Now I just hope that I make a good grade on it. ::crosses fingers::

To celebrate my temporary freedom, I finally got to do something that's been stewing in my mind for the better part of a semester:



This? Is proof that I need to get a life.

I...wow. Just...wow.

Have you ever had those moments where you just wonder what the hell happened? Where you'll be confronted with a piece of work or something that you've done in the past and, even though you were by no means good and the piece of work in question was really nothing to write home about, you still had something approaching talent? And you haven't utilized this almost-talent in years, because you've been caught up in trying to be an adult who's trying to make something of her life? And you start to wonder, would this almost-talent be an actual talent if I had practiced it these past years that I've spent trying to be an adult.

And now you're looking this thing from your past and you're thinking, "Where did it all go wrong?"