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I don't want to abandon this journal, since I went to the trouble of making it so darn pretty. Unfortunately, every time I sit down at my computer, I never have anything important to say. So brace yourselves, this means I'm making a freewrite post.
I really need to clean my room so Mom can help me paint it. Sure, the nice clean white walls were interesting before we moved in, during the summer. I could just lie on my back in the middle of the empty room and listen to my music while sunlight filtered in through the window. Now as it gets colder and colder, my room just looks DEAD. The hospital-color walls and the ugly teal carpet clash horribly with the burgundy/cinnamon theme I'm trying to set up. Hopefully painting the walls the rose-beige color paint we bought will help. And I ought to hide some cinnamon sticks somewhere inconspicuous to make it SMELL warm in here, too. Not that it smells, 'cause it doesn't. ...okay, I think that means I've exhausted everything interesting I had to say on this subject. Moving on.
Little tidbit of the day: when you're practicing your songs for choir and you hear your dad upstairs going "what's that NOISE?", it is generally not a good reflection on your vocal talents. I don't know what my problem is, when I'm at school I'm excellent at singing the songs we're doing (or at least I like to think so). Maybe it's because at home, I don't do all the wacky vocal exercises that we do in class. It still annoys me that I can hit all the high notes in CLASS, but not at HOME, when I'm supposed to be fixing up my singing and getting them RIGHT. That and I think I ruined about two seconds of my practice tape by hitting the button I thought was "stop" (you guessed it, "record" wink . Luckily it was during the very ending, in a part I don't have to sing. Still pisses me off, though.
Okay, this isn't working. I was hoping that by randomly typing on whatever subject popped into my head, I would be more honest about what's going on in my life. Apparently, I'm a boring little weasel, and not nearly as eloquent in words as in thoughts, so I'll hang it up.
Your comments assignment: Ask me a question. About me, about anything. Once I get enough of them, I'll post a little Q&A entry. This way, I'll have some incentive to post instead of just making myself do it.
I'm a comment whore, I know. If it's a crime, go ahead and stone me.
 Moryera · Tue Oct 05, 2004 @ 06:47am · 2 Comments |
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