random thoughts for a friday night in

Snow.
I hate it.  I'm over it.  Winter used to not get to me this way, but I can say honestly this year, it is making me miserable.  The cold hurts and it makes my job harder and it makes the air dry and it destroys my skin and my hair and yeah...I'm over it.


Schedules and obligations.
For the past however many weekends, we have been really busy.  Not with bad stuff, but with organized hang-outs and such that is supposed to be super fun and always does end up being super fun.  However, I am thrilled that tonight we have nothing to do.  I am unfortunately the type of person that feels suffocated by schedules and obligations (part of the reason I would probably not end up being a good teacher).  Even if I make the plans myself in advance, by the time it's time to do whatever plan I made, I don't want to do it, solely because I feel obligated to do it.  It's a really weird thing about me.  And this applies to almost anything.

Fashion magazines.
The lady I nanny for gets some of these in the mail.  If by chance I didn't bring my laptop and forgot whatever book I'm reading, I will flip through one of these.  They seriously irritate me.  For example, today I was reading through an article in the latest issue of Lucky magazine about Nicole Richie.  It was describing her as such a great person because now she is all "thrifty" and her supposedly great philosophy on fashion.  Really?  Because no.  Stuff like that and then all the buy this designer face cream or wear this obscenely priced outfit or carry this bag so that if you collectively spent all this money together, you could put a down payment on a house.  Or sponsor several children from Colombia or something.  Just saying.  They are insanely superficial and it drives me nuts.

Sketching rabbits.

My second drawing since I told myself I was going to start drawing more.  This will be in honor of all those little half-alive bunnies I rescued from the jaws of my cats growing up.  In case you were wondering, none survived.  And yes, it was traumatizing.