Welllllll....

I don't really know what to post.

Uhmmmm. Well. This is exciting so far. I think my blog has kind of officially died. My journal is suffering as well.

Snap. I feel so braindead. I woke up at five this morning to prepare for a debate that I would've had first period if school hadn't been canceled. Yeah, I got lucky. I'm kind of starting to hate American History. Someone remind me that, when I'm in college and I'm a history minor, I really should not take any American history classes. I don't think I'd go. And chemistry is basically the devil reincarnate, I have decided. At the moment, it's even worse than Pre Cal. And that's saying something, coming from me.

English, however, is the highlight of my day. Or, school day, at any rate.

Only, now I don't know whether I'm going to major in English or Creative Writing. A double major in those two would be a lot of writing. Who knows.

It's really sad that this is my first post in who knows how long, and I'm talking about school.

Ew.

Something else.... hmm...

I'm trying to learn how to knit. It's a lot harder than it looks, when you're trying to teach yourself. And incredibly frustrating. But I'm bound and determined to learn. Eventually... I hope.

And the needles make me think of big metal chopsticks. Because I'm just so Asian.

I went to the library today. Because there was no school. And I found four books. That I am very excited to read. Because Bleak House, by Charles Dickens, lost my attention after talking about fog for a page and a half. Maybe I'll read it someday when I'm stranded on a deserted island, and that's the only book I have with me, and I'm so hot that I would love to read about fog for a page and a half. But until then, I'll be avoiding it. For now, I have A Great And Terrible Beauty, by Libba Bray (I've heard it's very good.) ; Girl With A Pearl Earring, by Tracy Chevalier (She looks like me. I have to read the book.) ; Bread And Roses, Too, by Katherine Paterson (About a women's strike in 1912 - My history teacher would be proud); and The Hidden Diary Of Marie Antoinette, by Carolly Erickson (It just happened to catch my eye. I'm excited to read it.).

I was excited last night after buying thirty new songs with my lovely iTunes giftcards. That was fun. I felt so technologically advanced. The iPod, though, will be a bit slow in coming. Maybe I'm just a bit too impulsive. Or maybe I'm just a bit too contemplative. Maybe it was just a bit of Christmas cheer leftover. Who knows. It'll come eventually though - I think. Unless something better catches my attention. In which case, I'll just have to keep waiting.

I think I've said enough for now.

And this whole 'label' thing makes me laugh. Haha.