Sometimes, you are trapped inside your house for a WEEK with nothing to do but procrastinate (done and done), work for (literally) days on a notebook hoping that somehow I will get funds to attend school, and best of all: slowly turning, like a caterpillar in a cocoon, into one of the world's renown sci-fi nerds,( "Yeah, well, it's a big club. We should get T-shirts."-- Doctor 11. Case in point.)
I'm talking wanting to go to ComicCon status!
Exhibit A, B, and C.
I'm a terrible crafting, thrifting dork ( you see I made all this stuff...except for the tee shirt, but that's another story)! For the love of jammie dodgers, what am I becoming?!!!
Honestly I don't know, BUT I did finish this flippin' notebook:
a very nearly half crazed, cabin fever inflicted