Artsy Fartsy

School.
It never fails.  I go to class, I read my books, I take some notes that would awe you.......and then week 4 hits.  The alarm goes off at 6 am, and I think, "Why am I prying my comfy self out of my comfy bed?  This is comfy.  I like comfy.  I'll go tomorrow."  It's a slippery downhill slope from there.  Next I'm skipping the third class of the day for a jaunt to TJMaxx or Hobby Lobby.
God knows Hobby Lobby sucks me in and makes me think I could have an artsy side after all!, only to dash my dreams against the Cliffs of Reality after twenty-five minutes of browsing.  I am never going to paint a masterpiece.  It is absurd to pay $23 for a single (if lovely and incredulously soft) paintbrush.  And that little bottle of acrylic paint?  I'm only holding onto it because it's the prettiest shade I've ever seen in my entire life, and I'd really like to have it even if it's only to hold onto until I one day go to Lowe's and have them create a custom wall color from its contents.
I am no interior decorator, so posters are out.  Frames!  Have you seen how much frames cost these days??!  I'll have to sell a kidney for a decent frame.  Posters?  They're alright.  But I can't bear to put them up on the walls with just thumbtacks or similar means.  It's that one bit of "college decor" that just irks me beyond logical comprehension.
As for floral bouquets, I've still not the fancy to embrace fake flowers.  Yes, I'm aware they're the only ones I can manage to not kill, but they're still hideous.  And weird.  And pointless.  What about sewing?  I could sew.....and slowly bleed myself to death.
Right then.  I'm obviously not cut out for this.  I should probably continue this college gig and have some sort of career.
I'm going back to class.
Maybe she won't notice if I slip in the back door...