Oh god, I think I've come down with the crazy. Seriously.

Spring break is torturous in that it isn't quite long enough. It gives me just a taste of time off, but fails to provide real time for that. I haven't got nearly what I wanted to get done done this week. Oh well, I always have grand plans for whenever I'm on break and it just doesn't happen.

I've been thinking quite seriously about selling things on Etsy. Before I do that, of course, I have to work on a wide variety of projects. I'm thinking I'll sell knitted things, sewn things, and possibly some collage art. Yeeeeaaaah. It's all very exciting, and gives me an excuse to make things. I may also make some wall-hanging type things. I have no idea what I'll make them out of, but that would be cool. I do so love interior decorating.

Now, I just need to finish the knitting project I've been working on. My cats actually bit the ball of yarn off the project so they could bat it around. I'm torn between annoyance and letting my heart melt due to the cute. It is very cute of them to become so aggressively involved with my projects, but I'm a little worried about the outcome of this project. Oh well.

Spent most of this afternoon attempting to write a short story for creative writing. It's a bit of an experiment - I hate being that girl who just writes a chapter of the novel, but honestly, I need to experiment with point of view. I can already tell that going from this character's point of view will make the story better, but it's a big commitment to switching over. I'm not going to throw out everything I've written, but instead I'll do a section in one point of view, and a section in another.

Unfortunately, the short story is giving me problems. At least I'll be able to edit this one and beat it into shape, rather than living wtih the embarrassment like I must with the novel.

Mom and I have a date tonight. She's going to buy me a skirt or a pair of pants. This is all kinds of exciting - I'm thinking a new, summer skirt may just be in order. We're also going to go out to eat, and then to Borders. Yes, please.

Pink grapefruit and yogurt

Is my breakfast. Mmmmm, tasty. However, my dad didn't really tell me how to make coffee correctly, so I've basically made myself tea from coffee beans. Eurgh. Just added milk; that may help. May be a lost cause.

I'm very happy to be back at home. I feel like Spring Break has finally started. I mean, really, it started when I got my research proposal in (omg, really want to hear back about that), but my brother was around, so things were off. And now he's not here, and I'm done with work, so ... that means, naturally, that my break has started.

I didn't expect to get alone-time today, but apparently I will. I'm going to use it to get some sewing done - I'm making this dress for myself, out of emerald silk. It will be very beautiful, but it is sort of complicated. We'll see how this goes.

By lunch, I'm planning on going to the Acoustic and hunkering down with a sandwich, some tea (or coffee-thing), and getting some reading done for Creative Writing. I'm supposed to read all of these short stories and journal about them. Really, it's not a huge deal, but it kind of fell by the wayside due to Powershift. And it's not terribly strenuous homework. Short stories? Yes please.

I also have to write a short story of my own, which will require planning. Mmmm, yes.

I'm actually in a fairly good mood, despite the date-failure of this weekend. (Hence my declaration that I'm a frigid cow.)

I think I'll get a lot done on that dress, and it's super pretty. Now, I just have to brush the teeth and go out to get thread. I wish I didn't have to, but apparently we don't have emerald thread. Why? It's such a useful color!

I will post pictures of things once they're finished. I'm considering opening a shop on Etsy, and making me the moneys. I do like to sew and knit things, but can't possibly need so many things. It will take a while, but I'll post pictures here and hopefully get some good feedback.

Off to go be productive. *muah* Thank you all for putting up with me. Sometimes I wonder why I have friends.