How do they eat?

I have been so productive today. I wrote myself a To-Do List…

…and then proceeded to doodle all around it as my mom and I sat on the couch watching the recorded episodes of my mom’s regular soaps and eating leftover pizza. I think it turned out very pretty, don’t you? I also think I deserve to loaf around during my last week being at home; it’s nice to just sit around with my family and do nothing more than just enjoy each other’s company. In a week that will no longer be the norm. It’s so strange to think about that.

My mom was watching me as I drew and she asked me what I was thinking about and I told her I wasn’t thinking about anything. Doodling is that way, I guess. In a way, it comes from the subconscious…and I guess my subconscious is full of linear forms broken up by circles and dots. It’s a spontaneous mess of lines and curves. Spontaneous. Suck it Andy Warhol.

Aside from my productive venture into list-making, today I went cake-tasting with my future sister-in-law. Case and point: best cake I ever had. Now I feel like a pig. And old. I feel so old, my brother is getting married. I feel so old, children don’t know who N*SYNC and the Backstreet Boys anymore. I feel so old, I was born almost twenty years ago.

And I know I really have no room to talk. Commence the scoffing. I deserve it.

I’m hoping my rye sense of humor translates onto this computer screens. I’ve been told my posts depress. I’m hoping to change that. Maybe I’ll add an emoticon to clarify. :)

EDIT:

I found out today the theatre schedule for OU. It only makes me more excited to get there.