Afraid of the Dark

I am trying so hard not to do my Music Theory homework right now. My entire body is rebelling against the thought of it. And so it is that a new blog post is born.

I just finished reading a book called "a Crooked Kind of of Perfect" by Linda Urban. It's a children's book, meant for fifth graders, but I loved it. It was very poetic and the characters were all very human. It was just so good. You should read it. I've also been listening to two wonderful songs: Your Ex-lover is Dead by Stars (which was recommended to me eons ago by my friend Sean, and which just recently got around to listening to) and Wait It Out by Imogen Heap. The former uses strings prominently and well, which I always appreciate, and the lyrics are terrific. The latter is a song on Ellipse which I got in the early summer, if you recall. I just kind of glazed over it because I'm not overly fond of the beginning, and am just now discovering it. It's lovely once it gets going.

I'm trying really hard not to procrastinate, and to be efficient. I think it's working, though this blog post is no indication of it. It's hard work and a lot of late nights but it makes me much calmer and happier in the long run. And it allows me to enjoy my truly free time much more. But this week has been difficult. I had a school obligation on Thursday and then I had a dance on Friday (Which was fun; lot's of great music) and then, on Saturday there was symphony and a gig and I ended up wandering the aisles of Uwajimaya Village in Seattle, buying tea and almonds with my family. I couldn't really edge in time for work. I will pay for it at nine tonight when I'm still doing counterpoint.

Last weekend, my Mum ran a half marathon. She did really well and I'm very proud of her. She is like solid muscle, I tell you. The anti-me. The run was in Bellingham, and afterward we went into Fairhaven and had lunch and hung out around there. A lot of my parent's courtship took place there and I think they enjoyed seeing it again. They got engaged nearby as well. We bought the October edition of Martha Stewart Living and I read it cover to cover soon after. It's a good'un. Made me want to go back and read some old October issues.

Hey remember when I had a kitten? Yeah. I still do. Except, now, it's a girl and it's name is Ellie. I'm not really sure what I think about this. The whole I-am-the-owner-of-a-rodent-slaying- warrior-cat thing. But she purrs when I pick her up. And sits on my shoes in the morning. And plays with the camera lasso when I'm trying to take halfway decent photo of her. I'm not saying I'm a cat person or anything. She's just kind of nice to have around. Sort of.