'Ello lovely blog-buddies, so nice of you to drop by again. Imma try something new today - this blog post is going to be a collection of random thoughts illustrating my day and mindset. So, GO.

This computer freezes every time I try to use caps lock. That's a fail. What if I want to yell something?

I have poison ivy on my forearm from hauling firewood today, but it was WORTH IT (for the record, I manually held down shift there) because it was hovering around thirty degrees all day.

On a similar note, curling up by the fire with a book (even if it's for English) is pretty hard to beat.

I had that interview this morning -- it actually went really well, I thought. I felt like I communicated my ideas well and didn't freeze up (except for when they asked me what I thought of the wars...awkwaaaaaard.)

Mark Taylor was also there, which was also awkwaaaaaaaard because we don't ever acknowlege each other ever for some reason, and we ended up sort of greeting each other. And then at the one acts tonight he was all "ummm why are you talking to me? we don't talk." Except he really didn't say that, but I could read his tone. I'm psychic.

The one acts were pretty fab. I laughed, a lot, and I'm proud to call Alvaz my friend :) He totally stole the show.

Mom and Emma are watching Salt since Em missed it last night. I had half of a warmed-up Moon Pie, which was actually pretty delicious.

Whenever I'm communicating with texting or blog posts or something, I aaaaalways elongate vowels for emphasis (see?). Ms. Amber makes fun of me sometimes.

Ms. Amber is my piano teacher, and also one of my best friends. We're doing a piece for the talent show together, or at least we're auditioning. Imma sing, she's going to play the piano...which is what she is pretty freakin' awesome at.

I really, really hope it snows.

I'm so tired of giving myself to people and not getting anything in return. So, so tired. Like, freaking story of my life. I don't have an endless supply of sanity, people. Help me out here.

I miss taking French. Sometimes when I'm feeling particularly lonely I listen to French radio. It always makes me feel better. French is a beautiful language.

It is 10:14 at night and I don't really have anything to say. After I got back from the one acts I sat in my car for like twenty minutes (freezing my butt off, I must add), listening to the remainder of the Mumford & Sons CD. May or may not have cried.

My cousin Spencer was at the one acts tonight watching his sister (and my other cousin) Becky. I love Spencer with all of my heart :) He's like 6'5", and tonight he picked me up and spun me around. I was not expecting that.

Mmm, I'm totally running out of things to say. I'm sorry if this post was super boring, I'll try to be more interesting next time ;) Peace out, lovelies, sleep well.