When life hands you K-less words...

Make a ghost!!

(And I did.)

Drop box, second floor, UVU library.

Sometimes, I Just Can't Focus...

Sometimes is an understatement. More often than not, I can't focus.

Let's just put it this way:

I have the attention span of a much younger human being.

Like today, for instance, instead of paying attention in church, I was thinking of song names that I would use if I wrote Harry Potter: The Musical. And then I was thinking of real songs from musicals that would work in Harry Potter: The Musical.

(That's a post for another day. Today, I'm focusing on how I'm incapable of focusing.)

Speaking of Harry Potter, did you know Rick is going to the Harry Potter theme park this summer? I'm so jealous. Pleeeease take me with you!! 

I took a class this last week. It was a film class. Fifteen weeks condensed into one. I now have a beautiful list of movies that I need to watch, and I need to look into getting a Netflix account. Delicious-smelling boy swears by it. I talked to him for two and half hours on FB on Friday night, but no matter how close I got to the screen, I couldn't inhale his yumminess over the Internet.

But we watched so many clips. Soooo many!! And after watching movie clips and discussing technique and ideology from 8 in the morning until 5 in the afternoon.... well, little me got bored. I doodled. I doodled a lot.

Did you know that Post-It notes are awesome? For reals! You can do so much with them. I wrote notes on them and passed them around. I made a label decorated with flowers and his name for a buddy's coffee mug. Poor Jeff! I think his manliness was insulted. He wouldn't let me see if Post-It notes would stick to his head. (He shaves his head, you see.) If you shave your head, will you please tell me if Post-It notes stick to your scalp? I need to know. 

I made a Post-It note sculpture. I made different shapes and tried to stack them as high as I could without the sculpture falling down. My crowning achievement was a Post-It note smiley-face that I designed and then stuck on the wall during the Rocky IV montage.

Just imagine that the lights are turned off, and Rocky is training by chopping down trees and tromping through snow dragging a sleigh or a cart or something, and he and the Russian dude are all gross and sweaty, and caring about muscles and winning, and stupid things like that,

and then the lights are turned on to reveal THIS on the back wall,

I mean, please,

How could that not make you happy?

I wonder what Professor M. thought of that.