Mondays

I love Mondays. I know most people don't, but I think there's just something about them.

Today I tried my hand at pastels for the first time and think I'm in love. They smear with the hand and come in lovely colors and are just messy enough. : ) I drew a tango dancer in a red dress. Cliche'?

Dad and I also spent some time hanging in and by the pool this afternoon. I feel like I can't soak up enough Midwestern sun before I leave in the fall. Maybe I should just go somewhere warmer. Of course, then I would probably never finish my thesis and wouldn't get that oh-so-important piece of paper.

I got a new laptop and it's awesome. I'm still trying to figure stuff out on it, but at least it has a 6-key. (remember when I took apart my notebook last time? oops.)

This past weekend I got in lots of salsa dancing, but the coolest was when we went to the party in the renovated loft in downtown KC. All the partitions and walls were painted like big canvases, and there was a very faded Twister board painted on the floor. Isaac (talk about an amazing dance partner!) and I salsaed like crazy on it and it was a blast. I'm not sure I could ever salsa enough.

Wednesday is the last day of classes and then I'm done for semester. I plan to take a week or so break, then dive back into thesis work. Ahhhhhh. And spend lots of time by the pool. Do I really have to go to work?

Ich glaub', das war's. Adios.