Bridges

I've been bored a little lot recently.
I even sat out by the pool yesterday and read all about bankruptcy law.
I know a lot now, even though I'm not really sure the difference between filing Chapter 7 or Chapter 11. I think it's cool how they left gaps in the Code just in case they ever needed to go back and change stuff, but I think for now they should fill the remaining chapters with sprightly fiction until they need to use them.
That way, when someone's just reading along, they'll become less depressed that they have to file for bankruptcy, and instead be inspired by the way the characters in the gap-filling stories overcome evil with good works, fantastical creatures, and  magical weapons.

Is it weird that I'm actually looking forward to starting my accounting classes next week?
(Beth, shutchomouth)

Anyway, besides school work, I shall now delineate (SAT word) to you up to what I have been.

I've long contended that Facebook is not a diary, though people still delight in treating it as such. I would complain, but that would mean I would have to stop visiting the site, which is something I seem to not be able to accomplish.

So in lieu of complaining, I troll.
How do I troll?

Friend #1 on newsfeed posts something about being scared/nervous/unprepared for some event.

Friend #2 right below Friend #1 on newsfeed posts inspirational quote about courage.

Allie J copies exact quote from Friend #2 and posts as a comment on Friend #1's status.

Friend #1 "likes" my "comment".

It's amazing to me that I still have Facebook friends.

I also play this game called Cat Paparazzi. It's when Sam is laying around being a kitty, and I get all up in his face and take lots of pictures of him.

I think he enjoys all the attention.

As aforementioned, I've also been going to the pool some. When I change to leave, I put my clothes on the bed. Sam then lays on them and consequently warms my underpants for me while I'm gone. Which feels absolutely delightful when I get back.

Do you blame me for being slightly insane? I hang out with a cat all day.

I wrote another limerick:

Once on a hot summer day

I went water-skiing on a lake

But there's no story to tell

Because every time I fell

Into a very powerful bidet.

That's a true story.

I also made some business cards:

(Yes, this is a joke)

And I've been watching some Important Things with Demetri Martin which, contrary to popular belief, is actually funny.

I've also been sewin', sewin', sewin'.

Check out this dress I've been making. I mixed the bodice from one pattern with the skirt from another, and I'd consider the result very successful. 

It's The Picnic Dress, featuring me standing on a tub without any makeup. Wow.

I haven't hemmed it yet because I can't decide if I want the 1950s long-dress look, or if I should go a little shorter.

A side view:

The back: 

Look at how my seams match up and the cool pleats and my centered zipper! 

(read: look at how successful I'm being at life!)

One day I'm going to get a real job. 

I'll get a butler and then I'll get a butler to be the butler's butler,

TWS