• I'm home...
• I totaled my car on the way home... (crossing my fingers that I will have a car to take back to school)
• Christmas was good...minus the fact I had the flu all weekend.  It would have been absolutely fabulous.
  
• Sunday is my birthday.  I'm old.  I really need to figure out something to do.  Any ideas?
  

Looking out the window to see if it's snowing before you rush to your class in flip flops is  a good idea.

Just another lesson I've learned the hard way in the past 24 hours.

Haha.

I am totally hardcore.

It's after 6 AM and I am in studio...

Okay, maybe I'm just ridiculous.

BLAH.

At this point I may just pull a real all-nighter and walk home whenever it's light outside and I have all my stuff inked...or inked for the most part.

I still have to pack and buy supplies so I can work over break...

Which begins in less than 5 hours when I will be on my way home...

Wow...at this point it doesn't look like I will be sleeping...

At least I can crash in my big, comfy bed when I get home home...

Well, for now I'm back to work.

Fun, don't you know it!

Kiss Kiss

Courtney

I'm excited...

Tomorrow is Harry Potter...

Saturday a few of bestest friends are coming and I haven't seen them since Labor day!

I've already accepted that I am going to accomplish nothing this weekend...

And that I will have to spend all of Thanksgiving break working...and tonight.

MEH...at least I get to sleep in my bed...

Time for studio...

Oh, you know I am incredibly excited.

Kiss Kiss

Court

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy...

So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

And... Men?

Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.