Do you ever have the feeling that it's like...(that was poorly constructed, I know. But humor me. It's the end of Spring Break.)

Like....you really want to sing. Loud. And...loud. And enjoy what you're doing?

This would be me right now. Er, it was at church today, anyway.

Stupid allergies. Stupid pollen. Thanks to you, I've gone and lost my voice.

Maybe it was the wind...it's been pretty windy lately. Maybe my voice was blown away (Har. har. I'm so funny.)

So yeah. Lost my voice. Again. It actually seems like a it's a light cold or something, cause I've got the nose part, the cough, and the voicelessness bit. Everything is better than it was, though. *takes a drink of Sprite* Aaaaaah. All that bubbly goodness. The feeling when you swallow Sprite..is like...the same feeling...when your foot falls asleep. Ever think about that? All pricks and spice-but-not-really-spice.

My, aren't we witty today.

Um. *cough* Excuse me. *cough* *icky cough* UGH. excuse me.

I really want to move more on my knitting blog. But. I haven't really had the time.

Actually. My mom has been reading a lot of books lately of like...time management, and de-cluttering. And one thing it said.

"The excuse 'I haven't had time' is a lie. You really do have time, but you haven't taken the time to actually do it. Or it's not at the top of your priority list."

Bingo.

Or maybe it's just because I'm afraid that my personal life blogness will leak into my public knitting blog. And I'll say something racist, or something. And Everyone will hate me.

Or maybe I'm just paranoid.

I make the most of all this stress
I try to live without regrets
But I'm about to break a sweat
I'm freaking out

It's like a poison in my brain
It's like a fog that blurs the sane
It's like a vine you can't untangle
I'm freaking out

Every time I turn around
Something don't feel right

Just might be paranoid
I'm avoiding the lines because they just might split
Can someone stop the noise?
I don't know what it is but I just don't fit

Consider me destroyed
I don't how to act 'cause I lost my head
I must be paranoid
I never thought it would come to this
I'm paranoid, yeah

I can't believe I just used lyrics from a Jonas Brothers song.

This is baaaaaad.

Ok. Well. We're right now we're watching a basketball game (which because I'm not horribly interested, I'm writing a new blog post.) And the commercials.

Are like...

Horrible? Like. really.

People can't act. All of them are scams. And...they're horribly made. Lol.

"I made 12,000$ in one week! I have my life back again!"

My mom just said the following:

"My goodness. Those players sure have baggy pants."

It's Baylor and Kansas. I have no idea who my parents are rooting for.

There's some guy who is named...Laceadarius. No joke.

Today was a long day. I was going to get up at 7:30, but my alarm went off at 7:00, which woke Bertie up, which then made him go crazy and want out. Which made me have to get up and let him out...and all that junk. It didn't really help that I didn't sleep very well that night. And today seemed like a long school day. Math was ok. Ish. I had music history class, which I absolutely adore. Today we did a lot of Brahms. Didn't know a whole lot about him before, but now he ranks up there with Chopin.

Because of my music history class, it's really opened a lot up. Like...really. As in I'm expanding my musical terminology. Which is nice. And I'm learning more about my favorite composers, and finding new composers to love.

Before I started this class, I knew I loved Chopin. But now after I've studied him, I LOVE him. Like really really REALLY. I know I kind of overuse this phrase but it's like..

"I laughed, I cried, it MOVED me, Bob!" (Leave it to Larry the Cucumber to say something profound and oh-so quotable like that.)

And I really mean this. Like, (*feels kind of embarrassed to say this*) yes, I have actually cried over Chopin. And yes, I have laughed over Chopin. More crying than laughing, sad to say. (Though, it's not like "I'm sad" crying but like "This is so beautiful, and I'm so tired. And this is so beautiful." crying. Know what I mean?)

Listen to this. And you'll know what I mean. If you like this kind of stuff. I know it's kinda long, but it's SOOOO worth it. I don't know how many times I've played this today. Let alone the past week.

(Oh, and this girl? She's 9. Just wanted to throw that out there.)

Um. Let's see...I'm thinking about like starting a knitting blog. So, like...I can share that one with anyone/everyone/not-weird-stalkerish-people. And like...yeah. Something I can put on my Ravelry (it's kind of like a Facebook for knitters, where you can post patterns, you can track your own projects and what you've done. Your favorites. And such. There's even groups. I wonder if there's a Chopin knitting group. I'll have to look.

Huh. There's a pattern called "Chopin's Cabled Handwarmers". I'll be. Ok, that wasn't what I was looking for.

BLARG THERE ISN'T. Evil.

Oh well. I'll live...kind of.

Ok. So...I think that's it.

Sooo yeaaaah.

That's it. Yep. that would be it.

Byyye!

Bllllarg. a new post. Yaaay me.

I just repainted my nails. The color. I got for Christmas. I absolutely adore it. it's called..."Mint Candy Apple". Though, the "candy apple" part doesn't really...strike me as...what the color might be. I would describe it as more like...the color of mint chocolate chip ice cream. If that gives you a good mental image. That would be the color.

Wouldn't it be fun to have the job...of naming new things? Like. for scents. Or. colors. Like nail polish, or crayons. ?!?!?!??!! I always thought that would be a fun job. Also along with having a job at a knitting store. Seriously. You would get to sit around and knit all day, and wait for customers. Or to teach a class. You would get the first dibs on the brand new (Noro!!!!) yarn. Knit up the shop samples, if they didn't come already made. Seriously.

Though. I guess. If I got a job in a yarn store *now*. I wouldn't get to knit all day. Cause. That would a perfect time to...work on school. Bleh.

I. Now need to paint my toe nails. Seeing as it *is* March. and sandal season type thing is coming. And yeah. Mine are really icky. So yep :-P

Tooooodles!

Pardon me for not...writing....at all.

Not even a little bit.

Whoops.

Um. It HAS crossed my mind several times....to write a post. But I either 1) had nothing to write about or 2) had something (small) to write about, but really didn't feel like writing.

*feels bad*

Um.

Hi....

I've been kind of obsessed with Wicked lately. Like to the point where Joey can sing along. Meaning, I've been playing/singing that so much. Joey now knows it. Skilz. I did Popular....and something else, I forget...as in recording. And it like...really really stank. Sadly. Oh well. Maybe I'll try again sometime...when I have time, lol.

Don't you hate the feeling of a paper that's coming up...and you're like "Gaaah. It's too early to start working on it. But. I don't want to wait too long...." Then while you're working on it, unless it's going amazing (which is sometimes rare, but it's really nice when it happens), you're like "STUPID PAPER. I just want to get DONE WITH IT NOW." Then when you post it. That soooo important moment when you press the "Post Now!" button...and your hard work for the past whatever weeks, is gone. And it's going to be read. And then you look at it....to gaze fondly at your sweat and tears...on a screen. And see that the quotation marks failed. And no punctuation is there at all. And it's like. "grrrrrrrrr."

This is to say, I have a music history paper due on...March 12th, I think. I prob should start working on that..heh heh...

Ok. There's my blog post. Ish.

Oh, and I'm angry at the weather man. Since we watched the Olympics....(GAAAAAH. OK, the Olympics are a totally different post. Oooh my goodness) we saw a lot of commercials for our "Local 2 News!" which included the weather man. ("Get your news...at the speed of LIFE". Seriously. This was their motto....thingy. the news people, not the weather guy.) and on Sunday/Saturday. he was like "STORMS. BIG STORMS. COMING. LIKE SOON. " Not like that, but you know what I mean. And like. Sunday late....came. Nothing happened. It was windy. No rain. Monday morning came. No rain. Monday afternoon came....no clouds. Not a single one. Late Monday afternoon, the skies started getting really dark. I went out running before it started to rain. it started raining while I was running (*bliss*) it lasted maybe 15 minutes. And. That. was it. You can imagine how depressed I was.

Yeah, the weather man isn't my favorite person in the world right now...