So I decided if I didn't blog now I would probably not blog at all for a while, so if the pictures are crappy it's because I'm being too lazy to color.

So recently I've decided to make my parents, family, and friends presents this year for Christmas. Since I'm 14 I think it only natural to be the one delivering presents this year. So I decided a totally inappropriate and irrelevant present this year would be sea creatures! An octopus plush; custom made for my parents, squids for the rest of my family, and fwees for my friends. I don't feel like going to the trouble to draw any pictures to demonstrate these concepts except for the octopus named King Vlump because I like drawing him, so here's a picture:

Trust me, sewing can be a lot of fun and very rewarding in the end, but it's not fun all the time. Between studying, homework, projects, and then this I'm upstairs ever since I get back from school, basically just an enigma to the rest of my family, I come down for dinner and then disappear. Being in that stuffy room is awful, considering there's no heating or air conditioning it's either unbearably cold or unbearably hot, but it's the only place where quiet can be achieved so I make do. However, homework isn't that bad, I usually get into the groove of it and start liking it and feeling like a really studious and balanced person. On the other hand, sewing is the thing I need to be careful with. If I'm not able to complete a sewing task without fault I start getting frustrated and lunge myself dramatically into something in tears and end up destroying my project on purpose just because it deserves it for making me feel sad.

^me punishing inanimate things

If I mess up and have to fix something and it takes more than 10 minutes, I will go ballistic. So, I have to CONVINCE myself that sewing is unbelievably fun, even when it's absolutely not. Every aspect of it. It goes a little like this:

^can you make out a sewing machine in this picture?

It really does make me crazy though. Once I caught myself admiring myself in the mirror with the incomplete octopus on my head singing "I Feel Pretty" from West-Side Story to myself and biting the ends of the octopus's tentacles; just to see what they tasted like. Don't judge me. I'm normal most of the time.

But, I need to be very considerate to not use all of, what I like to call, my "Effort Gauge" at once on this project or else nothing else will get done in the day. Let me clarify. What my Effort Gauge essentially is is a way for me to measure how much effort I can evenly distribute into one thing at a time throughout the day. Everyday it refills, however, do not exhaust this gauge within one task in the day or you will find it severely difficult to complete any other tasks throughout the day thoroughly and satisfyingly. Make sense? Probably not, I can't explain myself very well.

So now you know what a truly unstable person I am.

When I'm less busy and less insane I'll post more and go into the forest more. For now I'll just worry about mid-terms, tests, quizzes, homework, balancing my schedule, balancing my life, drawing, and sewing squids, octopi, and fwees (which I won't tell you what they are just for the sake of being secretive)

Thanks for reading~ (and sorry there weren't a whole lot of pictures this time)