This is what it's like to be busy, I always wondered

No new pictures have been taken around this week. For one thing the dark skies outside aren't providing the most inspiring light, for another, everything looks a mess around here and for a third, I have been way too busy and not often home. Today is Friday, I don't have school today, but I am feeling just as schedule-bound and kind of wound-up as I do the rest of this week, despite nothing being due and not having to be anywhere, exactly. But I do have a ton of work due Monday, for drawing, and Tuesday I've got who-knows-what due (I haven't yet looked) and a quiz for a class that's really an unknown quantity for me at this point. It's more of a historical preservation class than an art history class, I gather. After this quiz I'll have a better idea of what I should be doing to keep up.

Alright, I did have some pictures from this week, but I discovered, to my shame, when I plugged in the camera that they were almost all of my pepper drawings, so glad was I that it was almost done! But I really never want to look at a pepper again and I erased them all. (Right after I did this I went to Etsy.com and saw this... it's not even funny.) My sketchbook is getting a little psychedelic - I am so sick of black-and-white still lifes! It's really not my forte.

I relished so much cutting up that blasted pepper for fajitas the other night.

I do have a few pictures from last week. I call this one "compromise"

Sugary cereal from Grocery Outlet (a la Tom, though I have my own G.O. and Winco weaknesses: Ramen, candy, etc.) and unsweetened, organic soy milk in a lovely shade of beige.

Sometimes it's good to just break even.

This one I call "my view":

Although, this is not an entirely accurate title anymore, as I'm so often away from the apartment these days. But this is an accurate portrait of my life in general. I love all the nice white space and the eclectic details of our little home, but there is never enough organization, or enough motivation to finish (probably overly-ambitious) projects. Iddowanna sand all those little ridges;I'm too impatient for that business. And, as you can see from the chair pile-up, never enough space for big Tom. Though, I'm confident that that would change with better organization... it could happen.

Also, I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, intentionally. It's my room. Tom and I are very stereotypically old-fashioned in that way, we split it up: kitchen for Dinah, office for Tom. But really I just rove around both of them and Tom's at work.

In one minute I will go switch out the laundry, then vacuum the carpet (which I got down and scrubbed last night while I waited for Tom to finish our taxes and get into bed - I'm curious to see if that front-door stain is really, entirely gone > Parsley Plus.). After that I will make up an outline for studying and I'm undecided whether to head into Eugene early to work on my charcoal drawing, or to leave that for tomorrow and stay home until yoga. This rain is making me thing the latter.