I couldn't think of anything to write about, so here's a story about my desk. I promise it'll be interesting. I have a desk. It looks like this: You can probably tell that I've had it for a while. And this is after I took most of the stickers off lol . But anyway, yes, a few years. Five or six? Or seven? I made it with my dad, as a father-daughter project. We made the design, picked out a 4' x 8' sheet of plywood, cut it, screwed it together, sanded it, and then protected it with polyurethane (was that it? I can't remember exactly), because I decided that I liked the natural color of the wood. I colored it with Sharpies, put duct tape on it, taped a piece of acetate on it, decorated it with washi tape, put very nice sparkly stickers on it, doodled on it, wrote on it, put glue on it, used an x-acto knife on it, and did many more things to it. It is a good desk. However, I grew. The desk is now too ...