Is there a rule against writing several times in one day? I hope not, because now I’m really not scared anymore and all I want to do is write!
I have traces of black paint on my hands from where I was helping paint a display-thingy for the Pro-Life club I’m in. The paint was oil, and therefore not very willing to come off. I had to scrub at it a bit.
Because someone asked, and this is the only way I know how to reply to comments (help, anyone?) in addition to the violin, I have an oboe named Oskar (after my great-grandfather) and I also play the piano and the bass recorder. 🙂 Oskar is very un-cooperative, and I’m no help. And, I’m originally from Kentucky! I’m just at school here in Tennessee.
My poor roomate is sick. She spent $90 today on prescriptions. Isn’t that awful? I’m mad, let me tell you what. So she calls me while I’m at Wal-Mart and asks me to buy cold medicine, but upon further questioning it turns out we already have cold medicine, and la la la…and at the end of the phone call she just starts giggling! The poor dear is so drugged up. It’s wonderful!
I’m at college but I feel as if I were at summer camp.
As a present for the evening, here’s a poem my good friend wrote…
I found it a name
Because at least then
When someone asks
i know it’s there.
They ask me, “How?”
They dont need an answer-
I dont need an answer
You want something more
then you probably dont have it,
at least that’s what i hope.
I love that. Thank you Bryce!