morning sickness
There are some days when I can see myself only at home.
The determinant is whether I heed that call, and, well, today I have.
My ailing stomach and headache from yesterday have carried over as well as a fresh sore throat and fatigue that result from the miscellaneous batterings of the day. What I do is surmise the day and its contents before deciding whether absence would be acceptable...I'm a nerd like that. And, seeing nothing especially crucial on today's agenda, I chose to accept the fact that my body does indeed need rest.
Perhaps it was too brash of me to stay that extra half hour at dance last night to work on my solo. Even the pas de chas had little momentum despite me summoning every ounce of energy I could. When I got home I was utterly wiped--the result of a faulty immune system, I suppose.
My days are brief enough at school: two musics, three Englishes and a science hardly quanitfy as major hurdles. Chem is my only mental blockade today, but perhaps I can use these extra hours to crack those codes that my brain was too weak to solve last night. And I don't wish for my composition to be performed at the concert. No. I mean, I suppose I would conduct it if forced, but I'm honestly not proud of it; the time allowed for me was far too short to accomplish anything truly worthy. I'll spare the audience.
I'll go to dance tonight. Lord knows I can't miss that ever. That is perhaps my favorite class, mostly due to the atmosphere. I won't explain it, I'll just settle for the knowledge that I can fully inhale and exhale on Tuesday nights without seizuring over our impending competition.
I just realized that St. Patrick's Day is Friday. Having a 2/3 Irish name hardly ever makes it apparent to the world that I am in fact 50% Irish, for reasons I'll never grasp. We better get a party during first hour that day...Lord knows we've been deserving of one since Valentine's day last year.
I wonder if I ever seem stoic?
Utterly random musing right there.
My mind is incapable of sustaining proper grammar at the moment...I keep stumbling back and correcting inane mistakes, so I ought to let it rest like I intended. It is best to seize every possible chance to let my red fleece throw engulf me while sipping hot cappuccino. Perhaps P&P will be a faithful companion.
Good morning then.
The determinant is whether I heed that call, and, well, today I have.
My ailing stomach and headache from yesterday have carried over as well as a fresh sore throat and fatigue that result from the miscellaneous batterings of the day. What I do is surmise the day and its contents before deciding whether absence would be acceptable...I'm a nerd like that. And, seeing nothing especially crucial on today's agenda, I chose to accept the fact that my body does indeed need rest.
Perhaps it was too brash of me to stay that extra half hour at dance last night to work on my solo. Even the pas de chas had little momentum despite me summoning every ounce of energy I could. When I got home I was utterly wiped--the result of a faulty immune system, I suppose.
My days are brief enough at school: two musics, three Englishes and a science hardly quanitfy as major hurdles. Chem is my only mental blockade today, but perhaps I can use these extra hours to crack those codes that my brain was too weak to solve last night. And I don't wish for my composition to be performed at the concert. No. I mean, I suppose I would conduct it if forced, but I'm honestly not proud of it; the time allowed for me was far too short to accomplish anything truly worthy. I'll spare the audience.
I'll go to dance tonight. Lord knows I can't miss that ever. That is perhaps my favorite class, mostly due to the atmosphere. I won't explain it, I'll just settle for the knowledge that I can fully inhale and exhale on Tuesday nights without seizuring over our impending competition.
I just realized that St. Patrick's Day is Friday. Having a 2/3 Irish name hardly ever makes it apparent to the world that I am in fact 50% Irish, for reasons I'll never grasp. We better get a party during first hour that day...Lord knows we've been deserving of one since Valentine's day last year.
I wonder if I ever seem stoic?
Utterly random musing right there.
My mind is incapable of sustaining proper grammar at the moment...I keep stumbling back and correcting inane mistakes, so I ought to let it rest like I intended. It is best to seize every possible chance to let my red fleece throw engulf me while sipping hot cappuccino. Perhaps P&P will be a faithful companion.
Good morning then.