April 15th, the day of yes!

Piano lessons today. I got lotsa stuff. I want to play piano. Real piano.  Not keyboard. 

I'm making dinner right now: pineapple pork chops. It requires soy sauce, and I found that we had none, so I'm making a substitute from a recipe that I found online. 

It's 60 degrees outside, or was. LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

It felt like October.

Art Girl is doing a photo project and I'm going to model for her. In a dress. 

I burnt my tounge eating the not soy sauce. 

I like to eat plain baking soda.

I like to eat plain balsamic vinegar.

I like to eat plain bouillon cubes.

I like to eat food from a can or a pot. Bowls and plates are for not-college-students. Speaking of college, I really want to go back. REALLY.

I'm switching to music minor, unless I get a "no" feeling. But I think it's right. PIANO

And ear training and music theory and tonal something-or-other. And piano lessons. PIANO

I like the crumbs at the bottom of the cereal bag. That's my favourite part.

Make a "W" with your mouth and then go look in the mirror. You look pretty. Then make a stupid face and laugh at yourself for making faces at yourself. Then laugh at yourself for doing what I told you to do.

Schink is allergic to dust mites. And cockroaches. Eh?

Piano. Mozart. Mozart's awesome. I wish I were that good at piano. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmozart.

I have nothing more to say.