So if you've been my LJ friend for awhile you might remember pictures of my snowflakes from previous years. People like snowflakes, it seems. People have seemed interested in buying my snowflakes in the past--just relatives and family friends, those who, like, know me, and actually see the snowflakes in person, and think they're worth money.

Well, I decided to try selling them to other people. Yesterday, not being bogged down in homework and such (I'm not entirely sure how that happened), I set up an Etsy account to sell snowflakes with. I put up two yesterday afternoon...

... by the evening they were sold. Seems that maybe people really do like these things.

As I said, the two snowflakes I posted sold already, but I'm working on getting more cut, photographed, and posted. If you're interested, please look at my Etsy shop at SarahLuAnn.etsy.com, and tell your friends or anyone you think would be interested.

At the beginning of this semester I got two new roommates who were identical twins.

Last night, I was finally able to tell them apart. It just clicked.

I'm pretty happy about this.

-sleep in
-drag self out of bed
-put on weird patchwork skirt, art nerd shirt and sparkly flower socks and run and do things on campus
-do homework with a couple reading breaks
-accidental nap
-don Queen of Attolia costume
-ward party at bowling alley
-coerced into trick-or-treating with former roomates (candy just isn't worth it anymore)
-abandon former roommates
-go to the wrong place for swing club
-look up correct place for swing club
-arrive at swing club
-dance with (among others) the Cookie Monster, Jack Skeleton, and the Dread Pirate Roberts
-leave early
-write LJ entry

I'm currently writing this perched precariously on the foot of my former-roommates bed, while using her internet chord and power outlet. The computer is mine because I had to get it, and everything else, out of, off of, or down from all the removeable furnature of my room because we're getting new carpet.

Headache.

This wouldn't have been so bad if we'd had sufficient warning. But this whole new-carpet thing was rather poorly organized.

We got a notice a couple weeks ago of the day that we'd be getting new carpet. Ok, fine, thanks for telling us. A couple days later, though, they came back to tell us that they hadn't estimated the time it would take to do each apartment correctly, and they'd have to get back to us on which day it would be.

Last night I got home to be informed by my roommates that we'd been told which day we'd be getting carpet. Which is to say, I was informed that we'd all have to move our stuff out of the carpeted rooms of our apartment by 8 am the next morning.

Um, excuse me? Twelve hours is NOT enough advance notice for this kind of thing. Especially when we were all planning on using at LEAST half of those hours for SLEEP.

Two of my roommates went and complained and the time was moved to 2 pm. Ok, better.

But still.

Apparently what happened was this. When they were re-scheduling everyone to get new carpet we were put at the very top of the priority list because we have a huge hole in our hall carpet. (We just cover it with a rug and forget it's there, but still) so today was the first day of the newly fixed re-carpeting schedule, and we were the first because of that stupid hole. Thanks, but I don't feel loved.

I did manage one great feat out of all this, however. None of my roommates thought it could be done, but I proved them wrong. (I took a pictre as proof, which I will upload when I can get back into all my junk and find the chord that connects the camera to the computer.) What feat is this? I managed to fit ALL of my books (not including textbooks, we're talking novels and picture books here) onto a single shelf. Granted, this shelf has about 2 1/2 or 3 feet of vertical space, which made this easer (read:possible) and there is no way I'd keep my books this way permanantly (makes getting to certain books extremely difficult--I had to give up my idea of reading some of Strong Poison before bed last night upon finding that I'd intelligently put it at the very bottom of a stack) but I DID IT.

EDIT: and here they all are...

Its supposed to be five pages long.

I have three and a half pages.

I don't want to write any more.

It doesn't help that I write EXTREMELY SLOWLY.

I hate research papers.