Desperate situations call for desperate actions. I, Moira Anne Philomena, have made....a schedule. Not any normal schedule either. No. This schedule has been created to fit my every day-day. 

And why have I chosen such an extreme course of action? Well I got to thinking on how much stuff I have to do, not only in my real life, but also in my "cyber" life. None of the stuff I online is actually extremely important (with the exception of A.P.), but there are a lot of things that I do online that help me balance out my real life. My problem was this: I needed to make it so that the things that I wanted to do on the computer wouldn't take time away from the things that I needed to do. So I devised a list that (if followed) should take care of that problem, and make me a very happy camper.

Right now I'm treating the schedule as "The Almighty List", because I know that my greatest temptation will be lessening its value and making allowances for myself.

I don't understand how I got through this morning. I worked quite a bit yesterday and went to bed really late...like 4:00 am late. Then I woke up at 8, went to Mass (it lasted about 2 hours), went to breakfast and stayed talking with some friends for a couple of hours. Now it's 3:00 pm and I haven't even taken a nap. I can only hope that this sleepless-ness keeps up.

As for the 4:00 bedtime...well, I can explain that. I had borrowed an Agatha Christie book from the library ("And Then There Was None") and I wanted to start reading it. So I lit a candle (dad had been doing some wiring in the basement and my lights would go on and off) and started reading it. I was "hooked from page one", it was simply impossible to put it down. Well, needless to say, I finished the book in a few hours. I couldn't get to sleep after that (  ) so read some online comics. After about an hour, I was zonked, and I flopped back into bed and promptly fell asleep.

I hate for this to be a strictly "what I did today" post, but that can't be helped, as I have to clean up my room before all chaos breaks loose.

Mia

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I'm free! No more strep. But I feel utterly...without cause. There is nothing interesting gor me to do, everything I write seems to be so bland, no inspiration.

But soft! An idea hath occured to me. I'll go out and take some pictures.

Nope...it got way too chilly out, and there aren't any pictures to take.

Oh well, looks like I'll just have to face English.

Well that little cold I had a few days ago turned out to be strep. Positively lovely. The wonderful thing about it is that I never know when it's going to hurt. I will be talking one minute and the next minute I'll give a little choke and there, it starts to hurt like nothing else. Not only that, but even when it doesn't seriously hurt, I sound like I smoke a pack a day.

Oh, and have I mentioned that this cough....oh never mind.

I decided to read yet another collection of Sherlock Holmes adventures. Ah, I love the precise and logical thinking of Mr. Holmes - rarely ever does he loose his cool, or his mental abilities fail him.

I'm pondering if I should do some geometry or if I should sit down with my history book, or if I should continue writing. As don't particularly desire to exert myself in anything unnecessary, I think I shall stay here. But what to write?

*more than a half an hour later*

Needless to say, I got distracted. I'm going to call it a night now. To anybody who reads this, please pray that the rest of my family doesn't get sick and that my brother and I are well enough just to receive Holy Communion tomorrow. 

In Christ always

I'm sick. Unhealthy feelings reverberate through my weak body, and I feel like my brain has shrunk to the size of a walnut and is rattling around in my cranium.

Already, I have consumed 3 large bowls of starch and meat that has been boiled in broth, around 3-4 juice pops, and goodness knows how many unsalted saltines. I am also, shamelessly, still in my pajamas. 

Oh what a day. I hope it doesn't last too long. Serves me right for going too bed late and having too much sugar. 

Lately, the future has never seemed so close. I mean, for heaven's sake - I can't figure out what I want for breakfast in the morning, and I'm trying to find out which college I want and should go to?!!? Where has my God given sanity gone?!

I'm going to study some vocabulary...(SAT stuff...joy.) maybe that will clear my mind.

*click*

I really need to blog when I have more than half a mind with which to write with.

Good news of today: Picked my NYSMA piece. Yay! Hopefully by the end of this year (if I work fantastically hard) I will be in level 5. I just need to put my entire soul into it when it gets hard, love it all the more.

I think I'm going to read some of the Sil before I go to bed. *yawn* Anybody but me notice how these daily/weekly/monthly bloggings are getting shorter?

I need to qunech my thirst with some water, but there aren't any ice cubes. Darn.

"It has been told that Barahir would not forsake Dorthonion, and there Morgoth pursued him to the death, until at last there remained to him only twelve companions. Now the forest of Dorthonion rose southward into mountainous moors; and in the east of those highlands there lay a lake, Tarn Aeluin, with wild heaths about it, andall that land was pathless and untamed, for even in the days of the Long Peace none had dwelt there. But the waters of Tarn Aeluin were held in reverence, for they were clear and blue by day and by night were a mirror for the stars; and it was said that Melian herself had hallowed that water in the days of old. Thither Barahir and his outlaws withdrew, and there made their lair, and Morgoth could not discover it. But the rumour of the deeds of Barahir and his companions went far and wide; and Morgoth commanded Sauron to find them and destroy them." ~ Of Beren and Luthien, from "The Silmarillion"

I love that story, and especially Barahir. And Morgoth...I always imagine him as a fair, dangerous personality - but very fair in face.

Now...to get the dog off my bed (he isn't supposed to be on it, ugh) and get some shut eye.

God love you!

Moira

My entire left side stiffins up when I play. Augh!  Owww...I think my 2'n rib just popped back into place. 0_o

Finally! I have had a breakthrough with some plots of mine. At least I have something to write write now. I've had the characters in mind for a very long time but the plot never would fall into place.

Note: Terribly sorry about the layout. *sigh*  I'm working on it, but I seem to attempt way too much at one time. It must be a doozy to try reading this size font all the time (not that anybody actually reads this thing, but it's fun to pretend ) so I'll make it bigger.

Oh well, off to other things!

Tata!

Moira

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I just had this vison of putting my violin in a kennel for when we go to the March for Life.

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

Yes, well I suppose that I should update. I don't really feel like being witty, creative, or even boring. There are just these times when I'm so mentally tired out by the day, that I don't have enough juice left to write.

Speaking of which, I suppose I should begin writing a fanfic or a story otherwise I'll loose interest....but I have so many ideas! Then I start out at a raging pace....then...slowly....come to a .....halt.

I could use some prayers. My recital is in a 3 weeks and I am really nervous. Everybody says my tone sounds good, but sometimes my fingers mess up, and everybody is saying that I'm not putting enough feeling into it. Also, from where I am, what I'm playing sounds completely awful, so I don't really feel confident.

I have Biology and Latin stacked up in front of me...but I'm not really up to doing it. I feel like reading a really well written LOTR fanfiction, but I can't find any. I want to start writing something interesting, but I can't bring myself to do it. In fact, I'm way more tired than I thought.

*yawns*

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

I always wonder how to start off my blog. Should I begin with a witty saying? Or howabout a boring introduction on who I am, what I like, what I dislike, and how my day is going.. Maybe lyrics from my favorite song - or a poem that expresses who I am. I could get romantic, and begin with a letter, but to keep that up takes a lot of patience, which I don't have. So I think I'll start out simply, the best way for a simple soul.

My name is Moira. I am a Catholic Homeschooler from Long Island (commonly mispronounced "Lon Gisland". I enjoy writing (as you will soon see) and music (there will soon be no way that you can deny that it is my life's blood).  Other than that there is nothing to say. 'Sides, if I tell you everything now, things will get boring when you read my posts.