I got back all my marks except the one I handed in yesterday. I did well, I think. I also decided on what I’m doing for my Extended Creative Piece today, and finished all my last-minute shopping before Paris (2 days!) so I think it’s been a pretty productive day.
I got a midi skirt. After it arrived, I realized I had no idea how to wear a midi skirt. I had a challenge on my hands, and it was a challenge I was ready to take on.
I had some fun taking pictures of this outfit, as you can kind of tell.
When I was young, I sort of created my own version of a bucket list. Mine was different, though, because instead of having a list of things to do, I put together a list of places to go. The list was made up of major cities and although I didn’t mind what order I crossed them off the list, over the years, I’ve visited the cities on the list in the order I wrote them down. Coincidence? Maybe.
There’s nothing like planning a trip to Paris to stop you from crying uncontrollably.
As any university student (or anyone really) can understand, sometimes there’s just too much to do and not enough time. I know I only have four classes a week and it’s only Creative Writing and I’m lucky enough to be all the way in England so I really shouldn’t be complaining, but I had a small meltdown yesterday. Honestly, I’m not too sure about sharing it publicly because it’s kind of embarrassing, but I figured there had to be someone out there who needs to know they’re not alone.
The first of my many journeys between Winchester and home was…an adventure. I wrote it all down a while back, and now it’s today’s Saturday Story! Hope you like it.
As I outlined Sunday, I did a lot of traveling yesterday. From one bed to another, it took 29 hours. By the time I reached my bed here in Calgary, it was about 3 in the morning, which is why I did not post yesterday.