Wow, it's been so long. I was starting to think I would never update this again. I'm pretty bad at this journal thing. I recently bought a real one, but I've yet to write in it. I'm just too BUSY to write in a journal all the time. . .
Gah, I'm so lethargic right now. I feel like I'm always running on low battery. I can't wait til summer. More sleep and sunshine, they always get me running.
I've barely had any time to draw, sew, or write. My time is entirely eaten up by school, play practice, work, and singing.
Yeah, I started singing lessons, forgot to mention. My teacher is a peach and I love her to pieces. Forgot to mention the play too. We're doing the Sound of Music this year. For those who know the movie, I'm the mean nun, Sister Berthe. I was pretty close to getting Maria, it got narrowed down to four girls and I was one of them. I was bummed when I didn't get it, but I think the director made the right choice. I don't really have a Rodgers and Hammerstein sort of voice. . . I'm more Ethal Merman than Julie Andrews. XD Heh.
Unfortunetly, I haven't had much time for anime either. I've read a little manga and watched a few episodes of stuff here and there but over all, nearly nothing. I need a vacation where I can just chill out and watch a million movies and stuff. I wish I had more time to read as well.
lent me Good Omens, which is turning out to be quite amazing. I really recommend it. You need a good sense of humor though.
I also really wish I had time to write, or at least brainstorm more. I wanna write a novel, but I'm having a bit of a time of it. I feel like want I wanna write isn't what I'm good at writing. Does that make sense? I wonder is that Christopher guy that wrote those Eragon books ever felt like a loser for writing about a loser Jedi riding a dragon. . .
I feel like someone's going to accuse me of stealing ideas, because so much has already been done. Though I suppose no one ever accused Stephanie Meyer of being unoriginal.
I wanna write something that's full of all the stuff I love, but that's a lot of stuff. Maybe I need to relax and spead things out. Writing two books certainly won't kill me. . .
Well, ranting won't get me anywhere. I'd also like to be as cool as Neil Cicieriga (did I spell that right?) but somethings just won't happen if you complain about them. (actually, I think most things)
I'm so tired. I've wrote a bit now, and said nothing. Everyone knows I'm alive. I logged onto DA and had nearly 500 deviations to view. Now I'm all caught up, here's hoping I don't disappear again.
Until the unforeseeable future then, I guess. Tah-Tah.
(this journal needs a spell-check feature. . .)