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Hmm. Voice teacher wasn't home for the hour-and-ten-minutes we were there, but her husband got home and apparently she told mama the wrong day (we're both tmoorrow). Makes for a day full of singing, but it's the post-singing I'm looking forward to. I've been anticipating it all week. With great expectancy. I may tell you about the last dream one day, but it's not going to be here unless it's in solid Ailurian. Because I know only y'all would go through that much effort.
Ah, but it's Tuesday tomorrow. It was Sunday yesterday, and I was in LJ at Grandjo's house. We're nearly done with the whatever-it-is that I'm helping weld and bend metal for. I think it's a table or a chair. We'll see. I didn't get electrocuted again. I did finish another couple rows on the new aran, and started a Big Project Drawing that turned out a flop; it was going to be the Departure from the House of Renol, but the architecture defeated me and I'm going to have to start over. Ssek perspective.
Mama finished OotP yesterday, but she nearly ruined your poor book jacket, Nia. The left inside flap has a crinkle and evidence of Prince sitting on it and drooling (or maybe it was condensation from the jug of drink back there). I was incensed when I saw it lying forlorn and crumpled in the ack where the dogs had sat. Enraged. One does not borrow and defile. I nearly cried. I've got tears in my eyes now.
English hasn't been progressing at all, partially due to teacher apathy/computer illiteracy. I'm really not having fun with it. On the other hand, I pay the highest compliment and honor to my Government teacher in stating that he reminds me of Mr. White. Whom I've been meaning to write; I lost the address on a sleepy Trash-Taking-Out Night. Wild Indigo, that's all I remember. Did you all see the newspaper article about him as a teacher and some Bellaire girl as a student getting awards for outstanding somethingship? I miss him in the most extreme way.
I just finished Dune. Very good. Can't believe I waited this long; it's to Scifi what Tolkien is to Fantasy. And there are sequels. It's inspiring me. It has its own languages, too. I'm being ambitious... maybe I will write that dream entry in Ailurian. Hmm.
Well, two 30-page (texbook pages with tiny print) chapters to read tonight, and no English progress. Oh, but I got my Cambridge shirts and itinerary. It's Egyptology and Creative Writing. I look forward with wild abandon to Egyptology; Creative Writing is less certain an enjoyment. I'll take you some good notes if you want them.
Ah, but it's Tuesday tomorrow. It was Sunday yesterday, and I was in LJ at Grandjo's house. We're nearly done with the whatever-it-is that I'm helping weld and bend metal for. I think it's a table or a chair. We'll see. I didn't get electrocuted again. I did finish another couple rows on the new aran, and started a Big Project Drawing that turned out a flop; it was going to be the Departure from the House of Renol, but the architecture defeated me and I'm going to have to start over. Ssek perspective.
Mama finished OotP yesterday, but she nearly ruined your poor book jacket, Nia. The left inside flap has a crinkle and evidence of Prince sitting on it and drooling (or maybe it was condensation from the jug of drink back there). I was incensed when I saw it lying forlorn and crumpled in the ack where the dogs had sat. Enraged. One does not borrow and defile. I nearly cried. I've got tears in my eyes now.
English hasn't been progressing at all, partially due to teacher apathy/computer illiteracy. I'm really not having fun with it. On the other hand, I pay the highest compliment and honor to my Government teacher in stating that he reminds me of Mr. White. Whom I've been meaning to write; I lost the address on a sleepy Trash-Taking-Out Night. Wild Indigo, that's all I remember. Did you all see the newspaper article about him as a teacher and some Bellaire girl as a student getting awards for outstanding somethingship? I miss him in the most extreme way.
I just finished Dune. Very good. Can't believe I waited this long; it's to Scifi what Tolkien is to Fantasy. And there are sequels. It's inspiring me. It has its own languages, too. I'm being ambitious... maybe I will write that dream entry in Ailurian. Hmm.
Well, two 30-page (texbook pages with tiny print) chapters to read tonight, and no English progress. Oh, but I got my Cambridge shirts and itinerary. It's Egyptology and Creative Writing. I look forward with wild abandon to Egyptology; Creative Writing is less certain an enjoyment. I'll take you some good notes if you want them.
