Burned a Hole in my Cranium

Today was a two photo day.

First picture happened as I was driving to volounteer at Degage Ministries, eight o'clock in the morning. It was one of those mornings where I had to scrape off the frost from my windows as I shiver in my spring jacket (because I apparently protest against Michigan weather by wearing those)

I really just like this picture, plain and simple. It's one of those pictures you take real quickly without taking your eyes off of the road...

you know the times you just hope you didn't take a picture of your finger or review mirror on accident. I got lucky, and neither of those happened, and for my sleepy self, I was happy.

But today, my head just hurt. I want to blame the coffee I had at Degage, but maybe all my thinking burned a hole in my cranium or something. Needless to say, after my first class I was done.

So, I decided the fourth floor of the library on campus would be a good spot for me (for if I fell asleep, who would notice? Yea, all the people who are trying to hide on the 4th floor) Bought some chocolate and gum with my last two dollars, and quickly walked to the library. (quickly, because who wants to SLOWLY walk to the library when your freezing?)

So I sat down in this chair, and just exhaled. Thought to myself, "This looks nice." propped my phone on my knees, and took a picture.

But ok, I will confess something:

I really don't like the random sculptures on campus.

To be completely honest, I find my college's campus unattractive, except for their landscaping (They are good with nature, but it's a little hard to mess up God's creation in all honesty)

But their larger than life sculptures are just... not for me. But I will say, this random house shaped-larger-than-life thing they placed in some walkway, made for an interesting photo.

Random: this house/sculpture is a place on campus designated for "free speaking" Essentially, if you have a message or something to shout out to students on campus, you can "reserve" a time to speak "freely" concerning whatever you want during certain times of the day.

See speak freely, but make a reservation, and only at certain times.

Kinda funny to me.

I had a great night with my little brother Reed though. We talked and laughed about all sorts of things, read books, and just had a nice time. Sometimes I give him a hug and thank him for not being as dramatic as the rest of us girls.

Of which he just rolls his eyes to and says "Seriously"

Because seriously, between me, PMS, and suspected menopause running through the air of this dominated home, a girl can enjoy a breather.