Friday, March 27, 2009

Back to the best place on earth (at this point in my life).

18 days!

All of a sudden, I was just filled with an intense desire to be back, back home.
This state is cursed; it does things to me. I felt miserable today. 
(of course, that may just be because I don't take my meds regularly...don't tell mum. it's such a pain, you know?)
And I've tried, I really have. But I don't like Aorta (to put it mildly). I need to be away from her, because she makes me dislike myself even more (putting it mildly again). We're complete opposites, and no matter how benign our actions, whatever one of us does usually annoys the other. Maybe she's like cheese, and even though she'll always smell disgusting, she'll get better with age. At least, I pray that she does. 
(otherwise i'll never be able to be around her. everything about her- her interests, her tastes, her actions, her personality- bother me. she embodies nearly everything i hate.)
I packed today. I have a lot of clothes I want to bring. And I need more jeans. Mum shrunk one of my pairs.
(it was the only pair i didn't feel humongous in because it was a loose pair. oh well, more incentive to lose weight when i get back. i've gotten so fat; it's disgusting. this state is cursed.)
I want to become better at photography. I will become better at photography. For some reason, I didn't take many photos my first semester. For some other reason, I rediscovered photography when I came back. So now I'm going to develop (ha ha) that talent.

The youth have a temple trip tomorrow...or today, rather. Aorta and Smells are riding with the youth, Schink has a cub scout thing so he's staying behind, and me and Mum and Dad and Pooless are driving the 3 hours to Chicago so that I can babysit Pooless while Mum and Dad do a session and then help with the youth. It's gonna be a long day (especially because I'm an idiot and am staying up late). 

Piano Teacher tried to explain time signatures to me and I still don't really understand them. I do understand the whole 4-beats-per-measure-quarter-note-gets-one-beat thing, and all that, but why use different ones? She said it was to change the feel of it, like 3|4 is like ONE-two-three ONE-two-three (like a waltz) and stuff like that. But I still don't really understand it. And what if it's a really wacko one like the 9|8 in the second half of "The Day Dawn Is Breaking"? (I think it's 9|8, anyways.)

Right, well, I made this awesome cake today:

http://www.allrecipes.com/Recipe/Too-Much-Chocolate-Cake/Detail.aspx?prop31=1

It's AWESOME. Seriously. No, seriously. NO, SERIOUSLY. 

No, seriously.

I need to be back now. Or I'll die. NOW.
Cor, I need patience. 

No, seriously.

I wish I could cook all day, or bake, or something. Maybe I should have lots of kids so that I'll be able to make food all the time. Maybe I should work in a bakery...naw. I'd mess everything up somehow.

What is it with all the crappy imitation-japanese art on deviantART? It really bothers me. But it is a community for everyone. (but it's not facebook, so one should not just post pictures of one's "new haircut" just to get attention...like i said, that's what facebook is for. stupids.)


Mum's still awake; it's 1:08 am. I'm gonna get off and go downstairs before she discovers me. I don't feel like sleeping, but I'm so dead. I hate sleeping. I want to play piano. Goodnight.

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