The choir sang a song this morning in church that bordered on "gospel" music. It's been stuck in my head all morning. It was a little... cloying. I mean, it was fun to sing and all, but I felt a little ridiculous at the same time. But I did notice that I was more confident in my singing today, after having spent yesterday afternoon at the piano. So ( Read more... )

This isn't me talking. This is scientific fact.

And men are more likely to rob a bank, which shouldn't be surprising. Not that the embezzlement fact should be surprising, because it shouldn't be. Embezzle sounds like a more feminine word, doesn't it?

I want to drunk post after reading this. I usually get a little annoyed with posts from that ( Read more... )

It's been over two weeks since my last post, which I find kind of tragic. Stan's been pushing me to write again for probably a week now. But just because I've been slacking off here doesn't mean I've not been productive. I have been stranded on a deserted island, grown a thriving farm, bought a lovely aquarium, and built up a zoo worth $650,000, ( Read more... )

I logged into my myspace today, for the first time since high school ( Read more... )

The "let's have questions for titles!" thing got old pretty fast.
Questions are (a) harder to think of, (b) typically less original, and (c) more complicated to make flow with the subject of the post.
I've been feeling so weird lately. Incredibly emotional, and yet very easily detached. I don't know what is going on, but I would really like it to ( Read more... )

I was reading back through some of my entries, and one of them is why the white dresses? I decided just now that it would be fun to begin each post with a question... and then see what people write back with, you know? (I've been saying "you know" much more freely in my writing lately, and I have yet to decide whether or not that's okay. *pensive ( Read more... )

I love kids. They're so uncomplicated. You know what they're thinking, because they're not afraid to say it for any reason. I hate having to second-guess people's motives, intentions, desires, etc. I hate having to guess whether or not someone is mad at me.
That song about truth (in my last post- here) has made me think. You know, there are a lot ( Read more... )

I sat down in the Solarium to conclude my musings about Northanger Abbey but became immediately distracted (I wrote about a paragraph and a half, in which I decided nothing more than that the ending was too sudden. Her endings are almost always predictable [this was no different], but in this book, the distress was over and gone before I was able ( Read more... )