I keep magazine cutouts organized, too. When I see something I like, I pull it out and place it in my little sorting tray. Eventually, the cutouts end up in my binders:
I struggled with a springtime flu for the past few days. Only this afternoon was I up to doing much, and I sorted the winters' worth of magazine clippings into their rightful binders:
I try to make little notes right on the pages, lest I forget why I cut them out in the first place. That's happened more than once. Now that all my ideas are organized, it's time to actually get some of them underway.
I wrote my art history final on Monday night. I loved taking that class. I went into the final with something like a 98 percent average. Do you remember the episode of Gilmore Girls when Rory went to her final exam and just stared at her paper? That's what I did. I came home and the flu hit me hard a couple of hours later. I didn't even attempt the final essay question. I think I was sweating and I remember the girl behind me kicking the back of my chair over and over. Then it occured to me, "I don't need to take this class. I'm taking this for fun. I'm not having fun right now. I had fun all semester, but the fun stopped about two hours ago." And then I left. And that was that. Someday, I'll tell you about the architectural shift between Romanesque to Gothic design, if you really want to know.