Grown Sheeana dancing. I guess. I mean, that's what I was going for.
For tsunderrorism. I stole ilumeen's pencil for this.

I had one class today. It was not even an hour long.

It was extremely boring.

...

Er. But not this boring. (I just felt like complaining.)

I feel very caffinated. I am not. But my heart is pounding from a conversation with Chimno about our exams/papers/labs due next week, and that kind of physical reaction (unpleasant) (worrying) (distracting) doesn't usually happen unless I've had more than the unusual amount of coffee (but 0 <= 0) or less than the usual amount of sleep (but x >= x-bar).

Okay, new post, since the above is obsolete.

You may or may not know that I don't celebrate Halloween. It's one of those admissions I like getting over with as quickly as possible so we can get to talking about what you have done / plan to do / did.

HOWEVER. This year, there was a holiday related event: cyloncurry and I helped Helen with her costume via non-toxic markers.


Bethany watched over us and commentaried and disapproved.

The overall design and pattern is Helen's, as are the supplies, as is, ah, her body. Ela and I worked together on the flowers and the stems. The leaves were pretty much all Ela's. Don't they look all awesome and 3D? I did the buds and bud-shaped-things.

( Derp )