Christmas Eve Eve...
So it's the day before Christmas Eve, and I am super bored.
The rambling shall commence.
I gave another lesson to Colina today. She is improving quite rapidly. I'm really impressed with her progress, and we will be able to move on to more musical etudes very soon. And I got paid. =) Yay spending money for Texas.
Came home and wrapped some presents, and got Kev's present ordered finally. It will come directly to his appartment, because I am uber lame and didn't ask to order it sooner. But it should be there like the second or third day that I'm there with him, so I think that is a fair compromise. As fair as it can be, anyway.
Most of the evening has been agonizingly boring. I don't know what to do with myself. My brain feels all fuzzy and unused. I feel like a rusty shell of the person I normally am. I'm going to try to get to the point where I can get past this block, which isn't writers block, but something else, and start writing. I enjoy when I can crank out a page or two a night, and that hasn't happened in quite a while. I am going to hope.
On a side analytical note, I have realized that when I write, it is about my form of paradise, having the best of my three universes collided into one place. I hope that Torch will one day exist, so that I might finally find that kind of peace. I don't think I can go without any one of them and truely be happy.
The rambling shall commence.
I gave another lesson to Colina today. She is improving quite rapidly. I'm really impressed with her progress, and we will be able to move on to more musical etudes very soon. And I got paid. =) Yay spending money for Texas.
Came home and wrapped some presents, and got Kev's present ordered finally. It will come directly to his appartment, because I am uber lame and didn't ask to order it sooner. But it should be there like the second or third day that I'm there with him, so I think that is a fair compromise. As fair as it can be, anyway.
Most of the evening has been agonizingly boring. I don't know what to do with myself. My brain feels all fuzzy and unused. I feel like a rusty shell of the person I normally am. I'm going to try to get to the point where I can get past this block, which isn't writers block, but something else, and start writing. I enjoy when I can crank out a page or two a night, and that hasn't happened in quite a while. I am going to hope.
On a side analytical note, I have realized that when I write, it is about my form of paradise, having the best of my three universes collided into one place. I hope that Torch will one day exist, so that I might finally find that kind of peace. I don't think I can go without any one of them and truely be happy.