Oh my heavens I feel horrible. Like "I don't feel great I just wanna sit in front of the computer all day, do some math, read a book, and surf." kinda horrible. Mentally, I'm fine (under....the circumstances), physically....bleh.
Ohhh I've been bad. *hangs head in shame*. Its been terribly busy lately and I had the idea of updating....I just never got around to it.
Actually, there isn't much to update. We had a beautiful Christmas, nice and quite. And New Years Eve is my brother's birthday!
Dad and Theresa are almost finished painting her room - then they are going to slap on the chair molding (moulding??) and put in some new furniture.
Note: Both my sister and I survived the Christmas recital. Nobody fainted, got sick, or dropped their instrument (well of course that would be rather hard for the pianists....but I suppose its been done). I myself, think I did terribly. While I was playing, my bow felt like rubber, I couldn't make it play properly. I was so ticked off about it that from the moment I stopped playing, to the moment I sat back in my seat, I was scowling something fierce. Fortunately for me nobody heard what I did, and I got compliments on my tone.
Eeeeeeeeeh! My sister and I have been listening to Kutless' "Strong Tower" almost every second of the day since I got it. I've never been obsessed with a band before, but I have a suspicion that I'm about to find out what it is like to have one.
Still toying around with some writing ideas. My poems....those days are over. Not that I don't think I could write up a reasonably good poem on demand, but my well of inspiration has dried out for all poems. Oh, it might rain a bit and I'll get a small idea. Well, they say "you can bring a horse to water, but you can't make it drink", my point - metaphorically speaking.
I'm beginning to feel slightly better.
No, I'm not. I've come to the realization that I can draw for beans. Stick figures, I can handle....most of the time - but they just end up looking weird.
I haven't checked my comments yet so you must forgive me... x_x
I must depart as of now. Wait for my return, at the last light of the morrow.
Mia
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