feathers and cream.

My room is an absolute mess, but I have no time for it. Within the next week, I'll be approaching the dangerous ground of projects due and presentations happening, the challenge of which I am unfamiliar with. I've got some catching up to do, some meetings to have, and some fundraisers to attend, but at the pinnacle of this week is the fact that:

A. I will spend tomorrow running around, to and from the library, in an effort to complete homework, and may just end up spending the day at Starbucks in hiding;

B. At around 7 PM, I'll be going to the concert (pictures and a post to follow, I promise!);

C. Nothing is actually do, but I'm doing it all anyway.

This is the definition of why I am about to go to sleep in the midst of dangerously close deadlines and a strange desire for a cup of tea, and if tomorrow is anywhere near as beautiful as today, I will begin it with the sun in my eyes and The Beatles playing to my left.

There are so many things to wake up for these mornings that I may never go to sleep again.

It's all happening.