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| when you turn an extra page and keep reading without realizing it? I think I should put the book down and sleep. Remember DEAR time (drop everything and read)? My fourth-grade self loved it. Reading has become such a chore since then. Tragic :C It's only fun when it's on your own terms.
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| of being awake all the time. Self-evident, right?
I just thought I'd jump on the I-love-music blog bandwagon. It just hit me on the late bus home today as I sat fuming about the canceled quintet rehearsal (communication errors ftl) and my waste of an hour. Not that it hasn't hit me before, but now that school work has been piling on, I've been missing out on practice. Over the summer it was a chore, but only because I had to be reminded constantly. I regret that.
Well, it's not only the music. I miss my crafts too. My pent-up frustrations and creative energy (oh, how pretentious) need a release. I need to channel it all somewhere safe so my brain doesn't explode. Doodling half-asleep in English doesn't cut it D: I think I'll finish knitting that piano scarf. Or rather, start over, since the eight inches I finished last summer are starting to felt. Wool yarn sucks.
In other words, I'm not happy unless I'm creating something. Too much writing. Not enough art. Where's the self-expression? (I realize words are art too. Not my type. Obviously. The text box is just a text box :c ) My fingers are jittery.
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| sometimes i wish people would gossip about me. i like the attention. call me shallow, whatever.
i feel like all we ever do at jp is push to be better than everyone. better grades, better music, better OM. better work ethic. screw you, I CARE more. no, i work harder. i'm the good kid. i'm the one everyone looks up to. i deserve it. what have YOU done? excuse me, i'm off to sell my soul to collegeboard. no. what? no, really, it wasn't all just for college.
in other news, cats fascinate me. i'm not angsty, i promise.
EDIT: she's curled up in my lap and purring smugly with that little cat smirk. what elegance.
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| Making money is SO satisfying. I love the Etsy community. I got off to a slow start, but now it seems that people are realizing I exist :] People are even asking about wholesale and commissions. Too much on my plate? Don't worry, I'm enjoying myself. For now, at least. Last night my mom gave me several warnings that she'd start nagging even more this year ("don't get mad at me"). Well, it's better than boredom.
My left ear keeps bleeding. I don't know what I'll do when gym class starts and I have to take out the studs for 42 minutes at a time. Maybe I'll be like all those other girls who just force the holes open again after class, then spend the next period dabbing blood off their ears. Ew. I should have gotten them done way back in June when there was still time. Last night I tried sleeping on my right side to let the other ear breathe, but it looks like 16 years of habit aren't about to change now >_>
I still want a snake. Why not? They aren't any scarier than cats. And they'll actually eat the mice they catch. Unlike cats, who would rather leave the guts in your shoes.
Ohmygaw Anchovy just found the slice of ham I meant to use for lunch. She's dragged it off the counter and is now eating it off the kitchen floor. She's holding it down with a paw and ripping pieces off the edge. hehe I should go stop her.
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| Disclaimer: trivial and disorganized. Pretty pictures.
1. Hopes
Perform well under stressful circumstances. Oh hey dad, I didn't see you there. What, you want me to start studying now?
2. Dreams
This is the fun part. Hopes was just there to complete my witty, eye-catching, traffic-boosting (who am I kidding) lame title. No, really.
So, another band dream. We have a home game, but I have no idea what time we're supposed to get to school. And I really don't remember what happens next. Something about being in the library, asking for the time, changing out of red lingerie (mmm), sprinting up and down flights of stairs...and nothing about an actual football game. Maybe I'll get the sequel tonight. That is, if my 1984 all-nighter fails.
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For the sake of having writing material besides incoherent rambles (mandywang6893: but i like your incoherent rambles) maybe I'll start writing about crafts. Just to record all the new projects I attempt. This blog is a gross understatement of what actually goes on in my life. Not that that's so bad, but I can't imagine what anyone can actually tell from my half-attempts at posts. I'm a terrible storyteller anyway.
I went out to the back porch to finish Jane Eyre today. My goldfish attention span took me over to the vegetable garden that's been threatening to take over the back yard - especially that 20ft zucchini vine creeping across the grass. So I laid down on my stomach in the grass to take pictures of the fuzzy tendrils at the end. What a nice change from the indoors. I'm growing to hate fluorescent lights.
I love vines. The cucumber plants are threatening to climb the roof :] If I had the time and willpower, I'd plant creeping flowers and build a huge trellis for them. And then I'd have sunflowers and rosebushes everywhere. Also, I'd get a pet python, but that's besides the point.
No photoshop this time, because I like them the way they are <3
There was too much wind for me to get a clear shot.
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