*le post of randomness and pictures*

I can't help it.  I'm writing a semi-intellectual, very involved review of The Hunger Games for y'all, and the effort of thought has made my brain melt.  You have no idea how hard it is for my poor little mind to concentrate on one topic for so long.  So I am indulging myself.  Cause I like saying things that have nothing to do with anything.

There are two coffee cups in my room at the moment.  Do you think that means anything?

But coffee makes me sick as a dog sometimes.  Just sometimes.  Because my body is as random as I am.

Who came with the saying "sick as dog"?  Why not "sick as a parrot"?  Or even "sick as a cat", if you don't want to get all exotic?  People are discriminating against dogs here!

Tea is better than coffee.  Sometimes.

I got a shirt today.  And it's pink.  I, Victoria Annette, bought a pink shirt.  Shame on me.  But it's nice.

See?  This is it.

It's raining right now.  My room has a skylight window, and the rain drums on it and makes such a lovely cozy sound!  I do enjoy rain.

If there were such things as fairies, and they really were itty-bitty things, wouldn't a raindrop drown them?  I suppose they'd have to be very itty-bitty indeed.  You'd think it would at least make them uncomfortably wet.

I don't think I'd want to be a fairy.

They are pretty, though....

 I seem to have progressed from the hyper ADHD-ish state produced by coffee into the sluggish frame of mind which is the fate of those who consume stimulants.  Woe is me.

I like high-falutin', flowery sentences.  Which is why I like Shakespeare.

*fangirl squee*

I am totally going to buy The Taming of the Shrew and Much Ado about Nothing.  Those are my favorites, and nasty old Seton didn't include them in its Shakespeare course.  (I got a 91 on that course.  I was shooting for 100, but I guess it's not bad.)

I was in seventh heaven with that Shakespeare course.  I got to sit around and read during school hours, and the tests were mostly rather interesting.  I'd love to post some of the essay answers I wrote, but I wouldn't want people to cheat off me.  Do you think people would cheat off me?  I mean, it's not like I got a perfect score...

Does liking Shakespeare courses make me a total nerd?  I think, if taken in conjunction with my other characteristics. it doth.  Methinks I am a nerd.  It is awesome.  I've got reading glasses, too, you know.  And I love them and end up wearing them most of the time, because I'm always reading or using the computer or doing something else that requires glasses.

I like being a nerd.

*cough* I read in the dark...still do.

It's almost dinnertime.  I must flee to yonder shady grove dining-room table.

Well that was fun.  I'm sorry if it just annoyed you.  Think of pleasure I had in creating it and you'll feel better.  (By the way, I do cringe when I think of my dad reading this.  He always compliments my "thoughtful posts".  This is anything but.  Oh. and all the pictures are from the One and Only Pinterest and I don't own any of them and blah-de-blah.  I think I'm still hyper from the coffee after all.  And Shakespeare.  Cause Shakespeare makes me happy.

COFFFEEEEEEEEE.


The end.

Journaling Page - Music and Rainclouds

I'm in a journaling page mood right now, so I thought I'd write one up.

Outside my window... The sky is a flat, pale shade of gray, and there's a sprinkle of rain coming down - the sort of weather that makes you want to curl up with a favorite novel, a cup of tea (preferably Earl Grey), and a pretty quilt.  Goodness, I just love rain.  Growing up in Germany, it was cloudy or raining nearly all the time, so to me it just feels like home.  The only trouble with this particular type of weather is that it is unfortunately not very ideal for bicycle riding, especially bicycle riding done by a certain young person (whom we shall not name) who is getting over a cold and is, incidentally, very out of shape indeed.  If I were the sort of person to tell such things, I might mention the difficulties this particular young lady had in just pedaling around the block last time she went bicycling - and she was in perfect health that time, too.  But of course I never say such things about anybody.

I'm listening to... a lovely piano cover of the song Innocent by Taylor Swift.  I love it when musicians take a modern song and turn it into an instrumental piece, thereby making it timeless.  By the way, if anybody knows of any other good ones, pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top tell me about it!
This song completely fits the quiet, rainy feeling of this particular afternoon... other lovely "rainy songs" would be Orla Fallon's ethereal Siuil a Run, the heartbreakingly beautiful North & South soundtrack, and various Enya songs, particularly Only Time. 


I'm thinking about... why, music, of course.  North & South music, to be exact.  It's just SO beautiful, I can hardly believe it's real. *drifts off into dreamland*  ......  Oh, hullo, are you still here?  Sorry about that.  *cough*

A picture thought I'm sharing...

And that's all for now, m'dear!  Merry Christmas!

Journaling Page - Sunlight and Idleness

Emily has given me permission to do journaling pages rather like hers.   I intend for this to be less about what I'm doing, and more a fairly good excuse for me to ramble on with whatever I'm thinking about.

Before I start, though, I must introduce you to My Precious.  My Precious doesn't have a picture uploaded of him yet, but you must know that he's my new laptop, and we loves him very much, gollum, gollum.  You will have him to thank if I post more regularly, because he has a lovely keyboard and I can use him whenever I want. (Within reason.)  So: Precious, meet my lovely readers. My readers, meet the Precious.

Now that we are properly introduced, we can begin.

Outside my window... the sun still retains his early-morning glory, though it's quite late.  The trees behind my yard glow with a scarlet that only God could have imagined; they're like the stained-glass windows of the natural world.  I wonder if the first person to make a window with bits of colored glass got his inspiration from colored leaves?  The sky is pale blue, and there are a few monstrous cotton balls - excuse me, I mean clouds - floating to and fro at their own sweet will.
As much as I love cloudy days, sunlight has a unmatchable beauty, especially at sunrise or sunset, when it seems so close.  I never liked noonday sun because it's so faraway and harsh.  Rising or setting sun is so much lovelier.
This morning there was broken glass on the path behind our back yard.  The sun rays caught it, and it glittered more brightly than diamonds.  Why pay millions for those silly crystals when you can look at a broken glass bottle glimmering in the rising sun?  (By the way, our neighbor went out there and swept it all up a while ago - still quite early.  What a thoughtful act of mercy!)


I'm listening to... Chanticleer's plainchant version of the beautiful hymn Ave, Maris Stella.  Gregorian chant always makes me feel so calm and industrious.  Occasionally it's made me cry because it expresses so perfectly the joy and peace of religious life, which I hope to enter someday....  (And yes, I do cry rather easily.....*insert embarrassed expression*)

I'm thinking about... various things.  My mind skips around so fast that my thoughts give me headaches sometimes.  I was just thinking that I really ought to be doing schoolwork, and just because I have a party at three doesn't mean I can't do school until then.  Before that I was wondering if this journaling thing is a good idea or not - just because I like writing it doesn't necessarily mean that you will like reading it.  I was also thinking about beauty, and how it's almost everywhere, if we look for it.  Except in grocery stores.  Most of them are quite devoid of beauty.

I'm creating... well, this blog post, of course.  Other than that...I have a scarf in progress....I finished a grocery list for my mom this morning (and I decorated it with scroll-y stuff at the top, so it does count as creating)...later today I'm making cheesecake with my dear friends Victoria and Amelia.....
I feel so un-creative sometimes.  I know other girls who bake, cook, knit, sew, draw, and write, constantly.  I do things by spurts - dabbling with pastels for a bit, spending a day doing lots of cooking (which I don't enjoy much), obsessively practicing piano.  But never constantly.  It's so true that the Devil can attack you better when you're idle, and I'm so very lazy...... anyway.  No ranting.

Around the house... it's amazingly quiet.  I think at least some of my siblings (who share in or exceed my laziness) are still asleep.  Tsk-tsk-tsk....  My dad has left for work, and I need to hurry up and finish this so I can help my mom clean.

One of my favorite things...when you get up nice and early, getting things done before anyone else is even up.  You have time for truly devout morning prayers, a cup of tea, and doing things that you've been putting off for a while.  It's very fulfilling to get up early....too bad it's so difficult.  *sigh*

A picture thought...  Isn't this sketch of Waterhouse's lovely?  I wish I could draw like that, and I wish I knew the girl.  She looks so thoughtful, like she's thinking of a beautiful truth or lost in a cherished daydream.

via Google Images

 

 

PS - Doesn't sunlight and idleness sound pretty?  It's fun to pick random things in a post and make a title out of them.