There isn't a hole where the rain gets in, although in these apartments, who knows
The only reason I am posting this photo is to confess that every time I look at a picture of James McAvoy standing next to someone, I compare their heights, because I am approximately as tall as James.
Hahaha, you guys are all short, whoever you are.
Speaking of height, have I mentioned how short everyone was in California? Because they totally were. It was like I could see for miiiiiles.
On a slightly less smarmy note, my adorable fiancé is making home-made chicken soup tomorrow night. Awww yeeeaaah. I could seriously eat that stuff all week, which, um, I will, since he makes tons of it. I love that boy. <3
I will be making an update to Utopia here tomorrow, at some point between classes. My art class is actually meeting tomorrow! Shit, I still need to put a presentation together. D: I am doing a project where I am illustrating parts of my book. I may also post that hair memoir when I get it back from my professor! I mean I know nobody cares about creative nonfiction, most of you are probably only here through fandom, but I worked in some pretty sweet racing metaphors, I must say.
And now, bed, although tomorrow morning can't be as good as this one was - nothing beats the sound of rain.
Hahaha, you guys are all short, whoever you are.
Speaking of height, have I mentioned how short everyone was in California? Because they totally were. It was like I could see for miiiiiles.
On a slightly less smarmy note, my adorable fiancé is making home-made chicken soup tomorrow night. Awww yeeeaaah. I could seriously eat that stuff all week, which, um, I will, since he makes tons of it. I love that boy. <3
I will be making an update to Utopia here tomorrow, at some point between classes. My art class is actually meeting tomorrow! Shit, I still need to put a presentation together. D: I am doing a project where I am illustrating parts of my book. I may also post that hair memoir when I get it back from my professor! I mean I know nobody cares about creative nonfiction, most of you are probably only here through fandom, but I worked in some pretty sweet racing metaphors, I must say.
And now, bed, although tomorrow morning can't be as good as this one was - nothing beats the sound of rain.