I'm liking this.
..whole structure thing.
And I lied yesterday. The Van Gogh episode was probably the first one that made me cry - but that's 'cause it was so beautiful, and I'm a sucker for all that arty stuff. :D
Occurences of the daylight hours
How's that for originality? Huh?
So, my day.
PANCAKES: at the manor, with Nathan. Good food, good music, good conversation. We always end up having decent talks there.
BREAKUP: with the (now) ex-boyfriend. I think it went pretty much the same way that I expected it to - I explained things in the most succinct way possible, and he didn't take any of it in.
PLANNING: lunch date with Lisa, Zibb and Alex. A lot of yelling, re-explaining to Lisa when the midsemester break is, and that I actually have lectures on Friday that I'm willing to skip, but it'd be best to actually NOT skip them.
PHYSICS: with nerds!
CHEMISTRY: with the annoying tutor. But the very obliging group, and various greenish-yellowish coloured liquids.
PIZZA: for the very cheap price of $5 for a monstrosity with Thomas. Again, more good conversation, and the promise of an ANZAC biscuit.
I think that's a good way to recap my days. Nice and crisp.
Crisp always makes me think of the crunch sound you get when you eat lettuce.
Word of the 'still unspecified time frame but I think it's going to be daily'
QUIXOTIC (adjective)
a. Foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action
b. Unpredictable
SENTENCE: Everyone laughed at her quixotic dreams of marrying a billionaire and winning a Nobel prize.
Musings of the perfect pitch'd
I was talking about this in the car yesterday with my mother and my sister - how having perfect pitch means that music without lyrics (a la classical music, etc) sounds like it has lyrics to us. Us being my sister and I. I'm pretty sure my mother would have it if she had any kind of musical training, but yeah. I think that's kind of interesting, and I know that music 'speaks' to people in different ways, probably primarily through the envoking of certain emotion. But with me, at least, there is a kind of 'speech' that I can follow, and I think having that has helped me through a lot of stuff.
I can't imagine not having music in my life the way it is and still being relatively sane. I miss my cello and my piano playing so much - but nowadays it's a more private thing. I do it for myself; to calm myself down, or to get away from everything else, and I'd rather people not hear what I have to 'say' when I do it. Maybe that's just me though - dear old strange me.
PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS, DANCING ON RAINBOWS.
And I lied yesterday. The Van Gogh episode was probably the first one that made me cry - but that's 'cause it was so beautiful, and I'm a sucker for all that arty stuff. :D
Occurences of the daylight hours
How's that for originality? Huh?
So, my day.
PANCAKES: at the manor, with Nathan. Good food, good music, good conversation. We always end up having decent talks there.
BREAKUP: with the (now) ex-boyfriend. I think it went pretty much the same way that I expected it to - I explained things in the most succinct way possible, and he didn't take any of it in.
PLANNING: lunch date with Lisa, Zibb and Alex. A lot of yelling, re-explaining to Lisa when the midsemester break is, and that I actually have lectures on Friday that I'm willing to skip, but it'd be best to actually NOT skip them.
PHYSICS: with nerds!
CHEMISTRY: with the annoying tutor. But the very obliging group, and various greenish-yellowish coloured liquids.
PIZZA: for the very cheap price of $5 for a monstrosity with Thomas. Again, more good conversation, and the promise of an ANZAC biscuit.
I think that's a good way to recap my days. Nice and crisp.
Crisp always makes me think of the crunch sound you get when you eat lettuce.
Word of the 'still unspecified time frame but I think it's going to be daily'
QUIXOTIC (adjective)
a. Foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action
b. Unpredictable
SENTENCE: Everyone laughed at her quixotic dreams of marrying a billionaire and winning a Nobel prize.
Musings of the perfect pitch'd
I was talking about this in the car yesterday with my mother and my sister - how having perfect pitch means that music without lyrics (a la classical music, etc) sounds like it has lyrics to us. Us being my sister and I. I'm pretty sure my mother would have it if she had any kind of musical training, but yeah. I think that's kind of interesting, and I know that music 'speaks' to people in different ways, probably primarily through the envoking of certain emotion. But with me, at least, there is a kind of 'speech' that I can follow, and I think having that has helped me through a lot of stuff.
I can't imagine not having music in my life the way it is and still being relatively sane. I miss my cello and my piano playing so much - but nowadays it's a more private thing. I do it for myself; to calm myself down, or to get away from everything else, and I'd rather people not hear what I have to 'say' when I do it. Maybe that's just me though - dear old strange me.
PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS, DANCING ON RAINBOWS.