ode to an extra monday
my to do's (to did's, actually) for spring break:
  • clean nail polish off fingers
  • touch my "RoadSense for Drivers" book at least once
  • clean and re-organized everything that lives in a shelf or drawer in my room
  • catch up on outstanding biology notes (there IS hell of a lot)
  • catch up on french notes
  • passport pictures
  • write in my blank Moleskine at least once
  • organized magnet/memo board
  • start reading a new book/any book but the current one I should be reading but haven't finished
  • go to the Doc
  • eat at that sweet 50's diner up at Fort Langley
  • memorize Macbeth's soliloquy for English 
  • re-memorize/review old lines (kinda, but I don't feel it's enough to have this crossed out)
  • install wireless printer onto Mac
  • new school shoes, anyone?

What I've done this week that actually counts for something/is important to do:
Nothing.

And there's 7 days + and extra back up day that I'll never get back. Ugh, time to suffer the consequences. Rubbish.

"o, captain! my captain! out fearful trip is done."
✌&♥