Children Will Listen

friendship

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
- Anais Nin

listen

                                                 "The earth has music for those who listen."
                                                               — William Shakespeare



yes my lord

I had a good time wearing summer dresses in -1(Celsius) weather, picking dead flowers and pretending to be Ophelia for an afternoon.

It was very satisfying.

I had fun.

A lot of fun.

autumn days

There are moments when the light hits, and everything is just fine.

Autumn is quickly slipping by, and November is already half way gone.

Christmas jingles can be heard in the malls, and there are already some houses on my street completely deck out in holiday bling. The day after Halloween Starbucks brought out their Holiday flavours.

I love Christmas, and I enjoy Halloween, but I love the time inbetween too.

I want to just enjoy that, without being told that I have x number of days left to do my Christmas shopping.

I'd rather enjoy what's here, right now.

Maybe climb a tree or two.

Never mind.

I have a novel to write.

love is the sky

“time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough”

-E.E. Cummings

Tangled

Drawing by Me.

creature

There is a creature that lives in each of us.

It beats at the cage of our heart, and longs to be free.

To fly and soar.

To finds it's place in the world.

There is a creature in hiding.

A creature resting right below the surface.

Drawing by Me.

crazy me

I just signed up for this years NaNoWriMo(National Novel Writing Month).

What am I thinking!

For the past two years I have been an avid November Novelist(something that I am still trying to extend to the rest of the year... hasn't happened yet).
The goal of NaNoWriMo is to (literally) churn out a 50,000 novel during the 30 days that are November.

Last year was insanity.
I guess I'm willing to go for it again.

This will be the 3rd year I participate.
I reached the word goal, both years so far.

NaNoWriMo had become a huge part of my life. It's a challenge. An experience.

I love the satisfaction that comes from knowing that you worked so hard.
And now there is a document with 50,000 words that were not there at the start of the 30 days.

It is so worth it.

Here's hoping for another win!

sketchbook

Creativity comes from looking for the unexpected and stepping outside your own experience.

                                                                        Masaru Ibuka

Drawing By Me.

Pencil Crayon.

beauty in hiding

This is why I am not afraid of spiders.

Hamlet

For my English course, I had an assignment to make a poster/collage signifying the characters, mood, and themes of Hamlet Act 1.

We could us some sort of photo manipulating program, but I don't think I have one... or really know how to use one for that matter.

So I took advantage of the "hand made and scanned or photographed" option.

I drew this picture with pen, and a bit of red marker.

And since I do not have a scanner(yes, I am definitely behind the times over here...)

I took a photo of my picture, and then uploaded it.

The snake represents Claudius, who is described by the ghost of the dead King to be a "serpent". The red of the snakes eyes signifies Claudius blood lust, and the red blood on the fangs represents the murder of his brother, the late King Hamlet.

The dead tree represents the dead King, and the owl sitting in the dark branches represents his ghost(who comes out at night to tell Hamlet the truth of his demise).

The red of the owl siginfies his longing for revenge.

The crown behind the serpants head represents the Kinghood Claudius stole from his brother, and the web represents the tangle of lies that Denmark is resting in.

The torn bottom edge represents Gurtudes seemingly complete emotion removal from her dead husband, and also the war that is going on in Denmark.

The top right corner is burnt to represent the dangerous thoughts and emotions that Hamlet is allowing to simmer and burn dangerously inside of him.

All in all, I am quite pleased with the outcome of this project.

I have gotten many great responces and comments from my virtual class-mates.

I think I was the only person who actually hand crafted anything for this assignment....

in a tree

"Show me a day when the world wasn't new."
Sister Barbara Hance.

a sign?

I'm not exactly sure, but maybe this a subtle hint that I should use my bike more often....

Or maybe not.

Water Lilly

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.  ~Matthew Arnold

Floating

At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.
Natalie Wood

Photo taken at the New York Aquarium.

Always Remember

"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
- Winnie the Pooh

Wild Garden

"One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun--which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone's eyes."

-Frances Hodgson Burnett(The Secret Garden)                                                



glorious

This summer has been wonderful. I can't believe it's almost over. I've let all of my blogging slide, but not because I was extremely busy.
I have been doing stuff, and things we a bit crazy at times. But I should have been able to find time... but I didn't.
It's summer. When ever I had a free moment, it was just that. Free.
I used my time to see friends who are usually busy during the year. Read more than I have in a while. I was in a musical that was onstage after just 10 days of rehearsal. I've relaxed. Gone to the beach many many times!
Over all it was a pretty amazing 2 months, but they've gone way too fast.

Thorns

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.
James Russell Lowell



Just Try

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.  ~Henry van Dyke

Gluck

I'm playing this orchestral excerpt for my flute exam in August.

Its become one of my all time favourite pieces to play.

I only wish that 'with harp' was a viable option for the exam!

Summer Berries

"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most
beautiful words in the English language."
-  Henry James

BEST

New favourite everything:

IceCream

Happiness is two kinds of ice cream.

-Charlie Brown

Bee

                                                           The Bee is not afraid of me,

                                                           I know the butterfly;

                                                           The pretty people in the woods

                                                           Receive me cordially

                                                          The brooks laugh louder when I come,

                                                          The breezes madder play.

                                                          Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?

                                                          Wherefore, O summer's day?

                   -Emily Dickinson

Accomplishments

This past year has flown by.
So much has happened.
Now Summer is here, and soon another adventure of a year will be starting up again.

This is a list of some of the things that I've done, or learned over this past 'school' year:

This year I...

• ...did my first on-line course ever, and was very successful.
• ...was in a stage fight for the first time, and learned how to use a sword without killing anyone(I may have drawn blood... but everyone survived). 
• ...won NaNoWriMo for the second time. 50,000 words never felt better.
• ...learned that no, isn't always a bad thing.
• ...stared taking piano lessons again with a new teacher
• ... started working out of my Grade 8 RCM books for Piano.
• ...learned that even though everyone else loves something, doesn't mean it's right for you.
• ...registered  for my Grade  8 RCM exam for flute.
• ...started lessons with a new voice teacher in the fall, then switched again in January.
• ...sang with a microphone in a musical, for the first time.
• ...sang with a new choir.
• ...was in my first opera.
• ...helped to design sets for the first time.
• ...started this blog(a maybe a few others).
• ...learned that choices are hard.

Over all, I feel like this was a pretty successful year.

Flowers

"If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden."
— Frances Hodgson Burnett (The Secret Garden)

 

 

Happy

Happiness is never stopping to think if you are. 

Palmer Sondreal

The Promise of Summer

The glorious days of summer are soon approaching.
Every time the sun shows its face these days, I can't help but get at least a little bit excited.

The sun is setting later.
The days are getting warmer.
The children are getting dirtier.
The windows are staying open.
The flies are finding their way into our house.
The watermelon is sweeter.

Every thing just seems to be getting better!

childhood

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.  ~Graham Greene, The Power and the Glory

a star in my garden

     Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
                                                                        Lord Byron



My 17th Birthday

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents ... and only one for birthday presents, you know.
- Lewis Carroll

Light

Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space.  It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe.  It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished. 

~Michael Strassfeld



holding on

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
Henry Ellis

delayed

I have all sorts of photo's I want to be able to put up, but my laptop is in getting de-virused, so I'm stuck with the big, extremely slow clunker that we hide in the basement.
There is no way I will be able to get my pictures on to this beast, and then have enough time to load them to blogger.

I REALLY want to be able to get some pictures up.
I took some really good ones on my trip to New York and I need to get them off my camera and up here before I explode with impatience.

frightening, but worth it.

Our eggs have hatched!

And let's just say the mother is very protective.

I put myself in harms way to get these photo's,

but seeing the growth in these little wonders is definitely worth it.

I'm excited to see the changes that are continuing to happen to these little babies.

mile stones

Everyone has moments that stick out in their memory forever. Moments that mark an achievement or small(or big) triumphs.

This week I reached a places, that I didn't think would happen for me.
On Monday my piano teacher presented me with my new set of Grade 8 RCM books.

This feels like something I need a party for!
It's not like I'm near ready to take that exam, but I'm ready to start learning pieces of that difficultly.

My piano story is one filled with strange twists and turns, joys and despairs.
I started piano lessons when I was 5, with a 15-year-old friend of the family.
That's when I learned where middle C is, and the other note names, and finger numbers.
After a year or so of that, I think I started lessons with my neighbour across the street, who gave lessons out of her house.
She moved away, when I was about 8, and I started taking lessons with her sister, who also lived across the street and gave lessons out of her home studio.
At around 9-years-old, I got sick of my lessons.
Things started to become harder, and I wasn't getting it, and the easier stuff I found boring and unchallenging.
So I quit.
I had never taken an exam, played in Kiwanis, or even got into graded books at that point.

I just kind of forgot about the whole thing for a few years.
Then when I was 13, I decided I might as well try it again.
And I loved it.
Now I was ready for the things I had found challenging before. Things had become easier, and more fun to play beyond just hitting the notes.
I took my grade 4 piano at age 14. And I felt really dumb, since at that point I was way "behind" all my friends my age who played piano.
I did well on my exam, but then lessons after that started not working as well.
My teacher had me playing the same 3(not long) pieces for a year, each time saying they were perfect, but I should play them for her again.
Then this past summer she moved away, so I decided it was time to find a new teacher.
I'm pretty sure I would have wanted to, even if she hadn't moved away.

Now. Here I am, with my Grade 8 books.
The exact same level as my friends who have been playing and taking lessons without breaks.

It feels good.
It feels like something that just should be.

Being a girl.

I don't think that at anytime anyone should ever be able to say, "you know, you just don't expect that from a girl."

The word Girl shouldn't be be used as a limitation.

We are now at a place where we shouldn't have to fall back on gender specific roles.
A Girl can wear dresses, get dirty, play with bugs, have a collection of barbies, want to be a police officer and a mom when she grows up.
A person can't be labeled by what the world thinks a girls', or boys' role should be.

Women have pushed through many stereotypes and restrictions.
But obviously there are still more to get rid of.

When someone tells me that catching and saving a spider isn't "something you expect from a girl", I feel like there is something wrong with that.

Sure men a women have equal rights, in North American anyways, but there is still a gap that needs to be bridged.

I am proud to play in the mud, pick up spiders, have my stuffed animals lined up on my bed, love purple and be a girl.

I don't think anyone should ever 'not expect' something from me.
I am who I am, and I will continue to change and break rules for as long as I'm able.

Imagination

Imagination is the eye of the soul.
Joseph Joubert

new life, just outside my window

Spring is definitely in the air.

We've had some lovely warm days, but now it's cold and rainy again today.

I had a lovely Easter weekend with my friends and family.

My friends are basically my family too. The girls I spent Good Friday and Saturday with have been my best friends since forever.

We were all homeschooled together, but now they've all moved on to highschool, ballet school in Toronto, college, and this coming year university.

It isn't often that we get time to be together, but this weekend we tried to make the most of it.

When I was younger I remember how excited I was when a family of robins made their nest right outside our dinning room window.

This year, after many years with out them, they are back!

 We watched them build their nest, gathering string and grass through the pouring rain, shaping their new home into a perfect nest.

And now, we can watch the parents flying from their nest, over to the bird feeder and back, always keeping an eye on their soon to be born babies.

The nest is a little to high to peak into, but with enough patience its possible to reach out the window and get a quick snap shot.

Aren't they glorious!

It's amazing how those perfect little eggs will soon become baby birdies.

We have a miracle happening right outside our window!

Effort

I play the flute.
I enjoy playing the flute, and I would like to think that I am also good at playing the flute.
The problem is, I don't always practice enough.

Some weeks I practice perhaps once... the night before my lesson(something that should never happen).
And others I will practice for several 45 minute chunks at various times through out the week.

The thing I find strangest is, that how well I play at my lesson may not seem to relate with the amount of practice I put in that week.
Sometimes, when I only practice the evening before(or morning of), I am able to breeze through all of my scales, my pieces seem well prepared, and everything goes smoothly.
But other weeks I'm not so lucky.
Sometimes, even when I practice more than once, I get stuck on every scale and arpeggio. My pieces fall apart, and my studies sound sight read.
It's a strange phenomenon that I can't seem to comprehend.

Sometimes this motivates me to want to practice more so I never have a problem at a lesson again. But other times it seems to do the opposite.
Instead of playing more, I play less, and then I end up having a great lesson the next week.

I don't know.
That's just something in my life that is a constant mind-boggler.
It's an unexplained mystery.

Growing Up

We all get old too fast.
But in the logic of a four-year-old that is just "what happens".
"God made it so we could grow up on our Birthdays, that's what he wants."

That may be true. But it all seems to go before we realize it's been here at all.

callback, or not

This weekend I received my first call back for a musical, ever.
I was so excited, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to do it.
But alas, the Stage Manger interceded.
She is also the Stage Manger for the other show I am in at the moment, and she made it very clear that I had rehearsal, and needed to be there instead of at call backs.

I was so mad. Actually I still am. Especially since there could have been away that both would have worked for me. If we had adjusted the schedule *slightly* I would have been able to do both.
The most frustrating thing was I was just sitting doing nothing for an hour of the time I could have been at call backs.
It was bad.
And I'm still mad. 

Gentle Reader, I Married Him

This evening I went on a bit of a mother-daughter date.
The new Jane Eyre is playing here for a limited time(only until Thursday!) and this was the last evening I was able to go. Every other evening I'm completely booked!

It was AMAZING! I loved it.
BBC never fails to deliver.
The acting was wonderful, the visuals stunning and the soundtrack was fabulous.

It was so satisfying to go see the movie after reading the 600+ paged book and know exactly what was going on, and exactly when they had left out or changed.

I also thrilled that my mom enjoyed it to. Going to the theatre, I didn't really know what to expect. I never know if my mom is going to be interesting in things the way I am.
I love mommy/daughter dates! I wish we had time to have them more often.

just relax

Yesterday I went to a homeschooling conference in my area. Really the only thing I learned from the whole day is that people are too uptight and should just take a deep breath and let their kids be kids.
Most of the women there feel like they need to have every single moment of "education" planned for their children.
No.
You don't have to PLAN anything. They best kind of learning happens organically and doesn't need to be planned at all.
Parents can't plan what their kids are going to be passionate about, or what their kids are going to hate.
Homeschooling is just as much about the parent learning as the child.
Parents have to learn to find creative ways to make things fun, but you can't plan fun.
You can have ideas, but a list and itinerary aren't going to make your child want to learn.
Learning is a natural thing. Kids need to be guided, sometimes lead and occasionally pushed, but for the most
of the time, they will lead YOU to what they want and need to know.
Every child needs to know how to read, but who can tell you exactly when that needs to happen? If you don't think your kid is up to par with their 'grade level', that's fine. If you are homeschooling, that can just happen when that happens.
There's nothing a child learns before grade 6 that they can't learn in grade 7 or 8.
Everyone wants their kid to be smart, capable, and bright, and they are and will be, if you let them.
You can insist that they learn how to do simple math and learn their alphabet and know how to read, but they shouldn't every say they 'hate it'.
Each kid is different, but contrary to popular belief, kids DO want to learn. They do need help to do that, but for the most part, they can learn on their own, as long as you are there to hold there hand and be there for along the way.

wings

"Intelligence with out ambition is a bird without wings."

-Salvador Dali

mayhem and more

March break wasn't very relaxing for me.
I was sick for most of it, and stressed about not having a laptop, or a computer that worked properly.
I tried using our old desktop... but it's way to slow and ancient to be of any use for anything other than e-mail, facebook and blogging. I really just need it for my on-line courses, and it wasn't co-operating in the least.
Today is the last of this state of confusion. Right now I'm writing on a temporary laptop that we finally got because they weren't getting around to working on my laptop. But that ends now.
Mom gets to go pick up my laptop this afternoon!

Then I'll be able to update my family blog with photos from this month.

It;s going to be so nice :)

no laptop

The power cord for my laptop died on Friday, and now I'm completely laptop-less.
We had to send the whole thing back to the manufacture, something about warranty that don't really understand.

It's actually been pretty okay so far. It'll give me more time to read an what not, especially during the time I would otherwise be mindlessly wandering through the wilderness of the inter web.


I don't mind not having it right now, what with it being March Break and all, but I do want it back by the time I have to start up with my on-line courses again on Monday.

Today didn't contain anything much of notable interest. I had music lessons, and they went fairly well. It was one of those weeks where I practiced a fair amount and felt pretty good with what I accomplished.


Daylight savings is still kind of tripping me out right now. It's really confusing to think about what time it would be in 'old time' right now... I have a hard time fully grasping the concept. I'll just accept what my clock tells me, and not question it too mush further.

procrastination

I'm supposed to be working on my English assignment right now, but I'm sick and tired of it.
I'm 'responding' to a short story I read. But to be perfectly honest, I didn't like the story to begin with, and I'm really not enjoying having to think so hard to come up with answers for the questions.
I kid falls in love with his friends sister, and then he goes to a market, and the market sucks.
The end.

There isn't much else to say. Except apparently there is because I still haven't finished answering all of the questions.
I didn't even get what the 'moral' or 'theme' was.

I like poetry much better... poems are shorter and more artistic. You can be more interpretive with them, and the questions don't take as long to answer.

Oh well.
This thing is due tomorrow... and I'm out all day, so I really should get back to work.
I might only have one question left to answer.
And then I have to proof read everything.

I just want to be finished and get on with my week of nothing-ness.

style

I'm not big on make-up, but I love clothes.

"Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street,
fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening."
- Coco Chanel

Mostly I love scavenging thrift-stores for that rare jewel that I know is hiding. It's like a treasure hunt every time.

I found this girl's fashion blog, and I absolutely love her style and her photo's.

Some times I wish I could be more adventurous with the things I wear. I don't like to buy things unless I know I'm going to wear a lot. But usually if I do end up buying something that's a little on the strange side, it's the thing I end up wearing the most.

Lonely

After a full weekend of fun and being with people non-stop, yesterday was quite lonely.

I had two fabulous sleepovers this past weekend!
Some times it feels like I go forever without just 'hanging out' with friends.
If there was one thing I wish I had more time for, it would be that.

Not only am I always exceedingly busy(not like it feels like that right now... but it will soon!), but so are my friends.
Getting together just seems to fall to the end of our priority lists.
It's hard, but that's just the way it is.
With my closest friends, we know that we don't need to see eachother to stay close and connected.
With some people it just doesn't matter how much time passes since you've seen them last, you can still be able to pick up right where you left off.

Today should change things.
Wednesday nights are one of my most social nights!
Choir is kind of my time to load up on my people time.
Although we should all be focusing and not talking, that doesn't always happen.
Usually I'm one of those people who trys to be the quiet one who does her best to do exactly what the directors want... choir is different.
It's such a casual environment, and I love everyone there too much to not talk to them!

a day full of everything

"Be the change you want to see in the world."
                                                  Mahatma Gandhi



Today this auditorium was packed with more than 6,000 kids from middle school up through high school, all there to learn more and support the Free The Children foundation.
I feel blessed to have been one of those kids today.

There were so many inspiring speakers and  moving stories.
My eyes were reopened to the horrors hiding just out side our doors, and the world around us.
Terrible things happen every day, and we hear so little about them.
There are so many stories never told, and lives never lived.
This was a great reminder that it is our job, as citizens of the world, to do our part, and help where we can.

I had to leave We Day a bit early. I was kind of disappointed about that, but in the end, it was worth it.
I went to sing and play a few pieces on the the flute at the health and wellness group at my Gramma's Church.
That went very well.
Old people are always so sweet and supportive. They're not afraid to give compliments.

There was one older gentleman who was very inspiring to me.
He used to be an operatic tenor, and now he's a quiet old man with a dry sense of humor and a smile that makes you want to smile back.
He's had a stroke, and he doesn't sing very often anymore.
During his quick interview, he charmed the room.
After the program, when everyone was mulling around sipping their tea, he was persuaded to give us a quick little performance.
You could tell that this please him more than he would say.

His voice was so sweet and clear, but still only a shadow of what it had been.
Listening to his brief performance brought tears to my eyes.

You work towards something you're whole life, but in the end, it's life that takes it away from you.
Inside that quite old man, the flirty young man who loved to give impromptu performances to unsuspecting ladies who spoke whatever language he knew an opera in, is still there.

It's so easy to forget that everyone was young once, and deep inside, they still are.
Life is so short, but from where I am now, it seems to stretch on forever.

"School"

This is the week when  my on-line courses start.
It's almost two whole weeks since all of my friends went back to school, and here I am, just starting back up.

On-line courses usually start out pretty rough.
Half of the kids have no idea what they're doing, and the other half don't seem to care enough to do it.
Definitely not a good combination if you're looking for smooth sailing.

My last course went well, I still haven't gotten my final mark yet, but I'm not too worried.
It was only grade 10 math, so it's not something that's going to make or break my future in any drastic way.


It's nice to have someone else telling you you are doing alright.
But it's kind of a pain to have to always have things percolating in the back of your mind.
I'm basically on my own when it comes to having to understand whats going on.
My mom can't really help me at this level, and the teachers can't really do much, since you have to type them your questions, and if they don't really understand the question, you don't end up with a very substantial answer.


This semester I'm taking Grade 11 University Prep English, and Grade 11 Functions.
I like English.
But I don't know if I'll be any good at giving the teacher what she asks for.
Oh well.
We'll just have to wait and see.

Market, Fries and Other Wonders of Saturdays

It feels so good to have Saturday just to relax.
I'm so used to having one or more rehearsals I have to rush off too, but this season is going to be different.

I like to be busy.
And I find when I have too much time on my hands my life just turns to mush and I don't get anything accomplished.
But to be perfectly honest, I think that's what Saturday is supposed to be all about.

This morning I got up, at some cereal, read some of Jane Eyre, and headed off to the market with my Daddy.
When we first got there we ordered some fries and tried to find someplace to sit(harder than you think, especially when you're contending with Chinese New Year festivities).

These fries that I speak of, are one of the more elusive things in my life right now.
I go to the market every Thursday to talk about books, and every week I have the same internal debate.
French fries, or no french fries.
This question never seems to get old for me.
Usually I can never resist, but on Thursdays, things just get a lot more complicated.
Either I just don't get them, or when I want to the people aren't there to serve me.

I guess since today wasn't a Thursday, everything was bound to go in my favour.
The fries we're well worth the wait!

We also bought a bunch of apples, since I've been craving market fresh apples for the longest time.
The grocery store variety just doesn't cut it.

Dad and I had a few more errands to run, and then back home it was.

The rest of the day has consisted of finding exciting new music to listen too, and reading Charlotte Bronte's, Jane Eyre.

I was supposed to go babysitting this evening, but I don't think that's going to happen.
The snow is coming down fast and furious.
So that is looking like a no go.

Oh well.
Staying at home eating granola bar rice crispy squares continuing my reading and music searching seems like a good option too.

Naps Are Lovely Things

Today I have the sweet indulgence of having a long awaited nap.
What a wonderful thing it was!

Naps are strange creatures. They are something that doesn't quite make sense.
We all have naps every single day as babies, but once we grow out of that stage of life, naps become a rare and forgotten activity.

The funniest nap story that I can call my own goes something like this:

I came home one afternoon after a long rehearsal and fell into bed to have a nice long nap.
When I woke up the clock told me it was 7:10.
I lept out of bed, flew to the kitchen, poured myself a bowl of cereal.
All the while my father was giving my the strangest looks.

Apparently I hadn't slept through the whole night, as I had thought.
 It was evening, and I was rushing for nothing.
At least I got a yummy bowl of cereal out of the deal.

I still find it funny how convinced I was it was morning and that I should have already been out the door.

Naps are the best.
Hands down.

four coins, one dollar

This week is just overflowing with the lovely-ness of choir!
I'm pretty sure I'm singing with one of my choirs, every single day, and that's totally fine by me.

I have a bunch of germ-ies floating around inside of me right now, so my singing isn't quite up to par. But I'm having fun regardless.

I'm one of the few teenagers I know who doesn't have a cell phone, and is quite happy living that way.
A rarity I know.
The only thing is that not having a cell phone makes things a bit difficult when plans change.
At least I always know that I'll be surrounded by a sea of other teenagers who are all clutching their little pieces of technology.

This evening choir let out early, and I was trying to call home(the line was busy).
But my friend was letting me use his phone(to no avail).
He got his ride all sorted out, but I still hadn't gotten a hold of anyone. So he insisted that I take his quarters... so I could use a pay phone.
I told him it was fifty-sense, but I would be fine.
His persisted, and gave me a dollar, just in case I called the wrong number, or something.

The phone remained busy, and I didn't have to use a pay phone.

So now I'm up a dollar,  four coins richer.
I think I might feel the need to pay him back on Thursday.


I'm not so broke that I need to keep a dollar.

Somewhere else to write

I've become a bit obsessed with this whole blogging thing that I blindly started at the start of this school year.

I already have four other blogs that I dabble with, but I felt that I needed a spot that I could just write about my life.
I have a family blog, that I update with tid-bits about my cute little siblings, I have a blog that I keep with a group of my friends, and a blog that's a collection of book reviews, how-to's, and random-ness, but I wanted one more... one that's just for me, for whatever.
One that I can write on regularly with out trying to stay with a style or 'theme'.
This blog is just about my life.


This is my free place to write about whatever.
Whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like.

This is just me!


We'll see where it goes from here.