Not Painting, Reading, and Sore Cuticles
I was supposed to paint the kitchen today, but... I didn't. I ended up cleaning it and wondering how we let it get so gross. Oh, my. How embarrassing. I scrubbed the walls and counter tops to the tune of Portishead. It isn't quite spotless yet, but I couldn't work on it anymore because my hands started to hurt on account of the abrasive cleaners. Maybe I'll remember to wear gloves next time. Probably not. Oh, my poor little cuticles. I'm going to wait until tomorrow before cracking open the paint cans.
At least my room is sparkly-clean. I finally caught up on my laundry-- my room was a bit of a disaster during the semester. So, I've been up here for a little while reading, trying to make a dent in my Oxford book list. I'm in the middle of The Golden Compass right now, which is great. Mom was watching me read the other afternoon, and she asked why I wrote in my book so much much. "I'm making notes," I replied. I'm a big fan of writing in books. She gave me a funny look, and I told her she should probably get used to the idea, since she plans to major in English.
Anyway, I'm really digging The Golden Compass so far, despite finding the heroine rather irritating. I'm hoping Lyra grows on me eventually. I'm finding the relationship between the humans and their daemons to be pretty interesting. Potential essay topic? I think so.
Fiona is snuggled up on the window sill watching the birds make a nest in my neighbor's gutter. I leave the window open for that reason alone. She makes a strange chirping noise as she watches-- she's made the same sound ever since she was a kitten. Weirdo. The sun is setting and the wind is fluttering the long, white curtains. I feel like I should be doing something more tonight, but I think I will be spending the evening lounging here, reading.
It will be amazing.
Oh, and thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone-- I had a great day yesterday :)
At least my room is sparkly-clean. I finally caught up on my laundry-- my room was a bit of a disaster during the semester. So, I've been up here for a little while reading, trying to make a dent in my Oxford book list. I'm in the middle of The Golden Compass right now, which is great. Mom was watching me read the other afternoon, and she asked why I wrote in my book so much much. "I'm making notes," I replied. I'm a big fan of writing in books. She gave me a funny look, and I told her she should probably get used to the idea, since she plans to major in English.
Anyway, I'm really digging The Golden Compass so far, despite finding the heroine rather irritating. I'm hoping Lyra grows on me eventually. I'm finding the relationship between the humans and their daemons to be pretty interesting. Potential essay topic? I think so.
Fiona is snuggled up on the window sill watching the birds make a nest in my neighbor's gutter. I leave the window open for that reason alone. She makes a strange chirping noise as she watches-- she's made the same sound ever since she was a kitten. Weirdo. The sun is setting and the wind is fluttering the long, white curtains. I feel like I should be doing something more tonight, but I think I will be spending the evening lounging here, reading.
It will be amazing.
Oh, and thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone-- I had a great day yesterday :)