I really need to learn how to play the cello.
I've been listening to a lot of moody cello music lately. Apocalyptica, Judgement Day, Joanna Newsom (even though she uses a harp), and Maroon, mostly. I now feel very melodramatic and, well, moody. Melancholy.
I'm going up to Frankenmuth tomorrow with my mom, and oddly, I don't mind. We have to pick up some stuff from some wool-processing lady up there, but she said we can eat in town someplace (I love their Bavarian resturants!) and go to Bronner's Christmas Wonderland. *skips and claps hands* For you non-Michiganders, Bronner's is this GIANT Christmas store (and I mean giant, it's almost eight acres big) that's open all year round. I love it there, we've been going up there practically every December since I was five. It's just fun, and it's nicer to go up there in the middle of the year when there aren't as many people.
My hair is growing out. Some. A bit. I cut my bangs a couple days ago and they came out a little short and not as angled as usual, but they still look fine, so who cares? And I'll be able to fix them in a couple weeks anyway. Life goes on.
Now I think I'm going to go paint my nails black and not clean my room and watch Viva La Bam. I'll see you guys tomorrow.
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