Pink paper.

This morning I planned on waking up late. I was going to drink coffee that I made over the stove-top, practice my French, and write my last writing assignment. It's a self-critique. I wrote in my journal last night after watching Moonrise Kingdom:

"I think it is important to evaluate yourself every so often, but I think it is more important to believe in yourself, even your flaws."

Obviously I detest self-critiques. That, or Suzy Bishop influenced me.

This morning Franny woke me up at 6ish to tell me she missed the bus and I had to drive her to school. I almost left a note for M and D, but I didn't. I knew they wouldn't be awake when I got back. And they weren't. And since I have a pact with myself that I have to go running if I'm up before eight in the mornings, I had to go running instead of making myself coffee.
And now I have to write about what is supposed to be my "flaws."
Not that I don't have any. I just don't believe in condemning them; I'd much rather cherish them.

I have still yet to buy myself pink stationary. It's almost a sin.

I'm going to cut out monsters instead of doing my homework.
And maybe make a paper frame and deckle. I could make my own stationary.