I have to admit that there was a bit of turmoil going on in my mind when I clicked to create this entry. I thought, well, it goes in the "Random" category....right. I'm feeling kinda random and all, and I'm probably going to write random things so the "Random" category it is. Right? Wong! I thought, well actually, it probably goes in "Writing", because I feel like writing something deeply interesting and engaging (at least from my perspective) and witty. But then again I thought, well I'm going to add some blips about my own day, so it should definitely go in "A Day in the Life Of". So here it is.  I figured that I'm allowed to be witty, engaging and philosophical all at once while writing about my day. Right? Right.

I just thought of something. Since I'm writing in such a haphazard way...maybe it should go into "Random" after all...ah, heck with it *pops entry into Random*

So anyway. My day was so so. I cleaned off my desk, only to have it piled up again with books, papers, folders, and statues and pictures from my sister's room (she and dad are redoing it). Still, my loyal computer (at which I am glued to in this present moment) stays unmoved and unchanged, in the center of it all.

One would think that after writing all day (schoolwork assignments, chat, forums), one would be disgusted at the thought of writing a nice long blog entry. I don't know about anybody else, but it relaxes me (although my fingers are lagging behind my brain a bit). In fact, there is nothing I'd rather be doing at the moment. It does amaze me though, how much I use my fingers. I use them even more than I use my legs and feet sometimes. Think about it, I hold a pencil for a few hours, I type a few hours, I play violin a few hours, I eat (no, I use my fingers to use a utensil - if that is what you were thinking) I use my fingers to tie my shoes, get dressed, and do billions of other things! Thank God for fingers.

...Hmmm, this post doesn't seem so totally random....*puts it in "A Day in the Life Of"*

I really need to start sticking to one story and writing it, come brain blasts, come brain freezes and even brain reboots.... My problem is, that with every idea I get, I make it into a story - each and every idea that is. I don't know why I don't just combine all the ideas into one story.

So we are supposed to be getting some really killer cold weather here this week. I'm kinda glad it isn't snowing, because it becomes really hard for us to get out and do things. Sure, shoveling the white stuff is fun, and so is sitting in bed with a nice cup of freezing cold milk to wash down a few halfahalfa dozen double darkchocolate stillwarmfromtheoven melt in your mouth cookies, along with one or two good books. But it makes driving places awfully hard.

I have so many thoughts at the moment I don't know whether to post them or not. If I did post them now, I'd have nothing to post later on. Not to mention that I've got to get to bed. So I think I'll hit the sack for a few hours.

Until that time:

MoIrA