There comes a point every year when snow begins to lose its appeal and just becomes downright depressing. This occurs right around the time when you realize that school will under no circumstance give you another snow day.
          But Wisconsin winter is a cruel thing. It always feels that it has to taunt you. Mid-March, it decides to ( Read more... )

Naps are best when they’re done with all the lights on and with music blaring. You never really fall asleep completely-- it’s more like a half-sleep, half-dreaming, half-awake kind of state. Yes, there are three halves. It’s just that weird.
          When I’m in that state, I can never quite be sure if the music that I’m hearing is in ( Read more... )

I’m completely losing my motivation to write these.
          Ever since my interview when one of the guys said, “So it’s pretty much like a diary?”  it’s basically been ruined for me.  I’m not here to write a diary.  I’m not here to write typical Midwestern-teenage-girl junk.  But that’s all I have lately.
          Not even poppy-Japanese ( Read more... )

Lutheran churches and schools make me feel like if you ever doubt God, you’re a “bad” Christian.  I don’t know if they mean that, but that’s the impression I get.
          Let’s be honest.  I don’t consider myself a very “good” Christian.  Sometimes I think of how God created the world and think, “There’s no way that’s possible.”
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How fat do you have to be in order to suffocate if you fall down?
          My cousin once watched a friend die because he fell down and they couldn’t get him back up.  The ambulance didn’t make it there in time.  He suffocated because of his own fatness.
          But just how fat to you have to be to suffocate when you fall?  I’ve tried ( Read more... )

This month’s drabbles are off to an awful start.
          I never intended for these things to become like diary/blog entries. It’s rather frustrating how that turned out.
          New resolution: try to drabble about things aren’t just day-to-day happenings.
          Another resolution: drabble about things that actually matter. Punching ( Read more... )

I don't want to keep practicing this stupid guitar piece!
          Seriously, I don't know what that judge was thinking, sending me to state.  Now don't get me wrong-- I'm glad I got a good score, but I was really looking forward to not being obligated to practice that piece anymore.
          And the same goes for my solo.  I hate singing ( Read more... )

Lately, it's getting increasingly hard to resist the urge to punch her in the face.
          Seriously, does she really find it funny when someone finds out that a bunch of people hate them?  It's fine to dislike people (god knows I do), but it's definately not necessary to make it so apparent, especially when they haven't done anything.
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I wonder if I shouldn't wait until summer to get a job.  Once WSMA is over, I'll be a lot less stressed and have a lot more time, and if I wait, I won't have much time to save up before I go to Japan.
          Besides, my mother spends a lot of money on me (Japan...) and I feel guilty.  Also, it's not like my grades will suffer much-- ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder whether “having a life” is overrated. Then other times I think that it might be underrated. It changes depending on my mood.
          My mother brought to my attention today that I do a whole lot of nothing. Now, that fact is basically non-debatable, but it’s still rather disturbing. Am I not “living” just because I don ( Read more... )