Yesterday I worked through a few assignments I still have left for my programming class. They suck. They're all 5+ pages long. I hate them. I have 1.5 left, then the programming assignments themselves, then the midterm and final. I'll try and get what I can done this weekend, then call it good. 

I got done with the typewriter part of my cross stitch, which also took forever. Now all I have left is snoopy himself and the heart cloud. I kept messing up, which is fine, but there was one time I was like "I can get these stitches out of this length and I heard my dad tell me I couldn't and he was right. I guess he's one of my inner voices now.

I watched his memorial video yesterday and, of course, was very sad, but I also tried to remember all the things we were doing in those pictures. It's funny that in most of them, even the family ones, I was right next to him. Even though we don't have a ton of pictures together I'll always be happy that I have those.

The one of him and I after Pumpkins with Pops stung a lot, though.

I have a bunch of these felted cork squares that I plan to hang that I'll put some pics of him/my family/etc. on, as well as my pins and maybe some pokemon cards or some shit.

Progress:

Who am I supposed to ask about flowers, and where they're from/how to take care of them? These realizations keep hitting like cannonballs.