THE INTERNEYT EZ MAJIKAL

Michaels

I shouldn't even be allowed to go to Michaels. It's unhealthy. I went today and I realized that when I go I end up wanting to fill five carts with stuff I randomly find on shelves. Miniature furniture for dolls? I don't own any dolls anymore, but the idea of making a tiny house with tiny furniture and tiny toys? Yes please. Like, I don't know how to make hair bows, but that doesn't stop me from looking at ribbons and mentally planning cute designs. Don't even get me started on glitter. I'm gonna buy all the glitter. It gets everywhere, but that's just how I want to live. I want to live with glitter stuck under my nails, in my hair, in the floorboards, just everywhere. Fight me. *sighs* Oh yes, pens. One can never have too many pens. I want every pen that exists on planet Earth. I could just live in Michael's. Wake up on the bed I crafted for myself. Craft some more stuff. Decorate some cupcakes with the tools from the cake decoration aisle. Decorate the corner of the shop I'll live in with some more crafts. That would be a helluva life. Am I just crazy? I bet I am. Well, what a great way to start this off. I'm not even a great artist or anything. I just feel the need to craft things randomly. I can't craft though, I jus make a huge mess and then get really anxious because the mess makes me feel really uncomfortable. I'm a strange person. The thing is, I only went to Michaels because I have a science project that's due in two days and I needed some supplies. It's really hard to concentrate on boring schoolwork when all I want to so is fill my cart with posters, journals, and pens. Why the hell not? By the way, always do your homework on time. The shame of turning in late work to teachers in front of a whole class is unbearable to me, yet I'm always too lazy to do my homework on time. Anyway, it just makes life a lot less stressful if you turn in stuff on time. I'm gonna sleep (which means I'm gonna scroll through Instagram for a few hours).
Goodnight,
Rebecca