spring forward my arse

I should have painted today.. seeing as how my senior show is less than a month away. However, the apartment was messier than I could handle so I spent the afternoon cleaning. And I must say, I feel better having spent my time doing that than I would have if I had painted. Because I would've come home, smelling of oil paint, to a messy apartment... and been pissed. I can only do so much.
I went back and got the bikini bottoms... the kind that have the tiny strings on the sides that tie. I've always had bikinis, but never one with bottoms such as this. I guess in all of my "don't let my future self down" madness, I figured I should go all out. My future self will thank me, right? I know drew is looking forward to catching me off guard on the beach and yanking one of those strings. I. Will. Kill.
My sister, Hannah, and I are embarking on new terrain starting tomorrow. Our school does its own version of American Idol, and every year it is full of students with the best of intentions singing Michael W. Smith songs. Auditions are tomorrow, and we are doing the Sister song from White Christmas. I have never seen the movie, but the song is hilarious. It's on YouTube (of course). If we make it past auditions, we are gonna get a little crazy. More on that later. If we make it past said auditions. Ha.
So tonight Hannah came over and we choreographed some moves to go along with our astonishing vocals. It reminded me of the times when I would force her to perform dances to Point of Grace songs with me in front of Mom and Dad when we were little. Some things never change.
Two months from right now will be the night before I graduate college. Yes. I can almost see the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.
Time to get the cat and go join the handsome dark-haired blue-eyed man in my bed. Lucky...