Crabby Apple and other Things

Penny.

Right now I am writing this post while eating my spaghetti a)Because I felt like I haven't posted in a while and b)Because I am so busy at the moment the only time for recreational writing is while eating dinner. [Pauses, spoons spaghetti into mouth]. My piano exam is tomorrow morning (eep!) and though I shouldn't have anything to worry about it is still a bit nerve racking. [Chew, swallow, scoop].Cake I made last weekend.

In Literature we read this short story titled "Postcards From Surfers", I don't remember the author but it was this seemingly mundane little story where she detailed one specific day when she went to visit her parents. Nothing particuarly interesting happened in the story but nevertheless it was quite captivating. Towards the end of the story she wrote these depressing postcards which she was going to send to her ex-boyfriend. It made me wonder about postcards and what exactly people write on them. They'll say Greetings From (insert chosen tourist destination here) or Wish You Were Here when really it is more likely that the people receiving the postcards are the reason the author went away in the first place. [Drops pasta shell onto desk, looks around]. Postcards would be a whole lot more interesting if they were written like they were in "Postcards From Surfers" as a more of a short story in themselves than as anything else. Crochet rug which I have recently started to continue on with.

The photos are just some random ones taken over the past week or so. The apple one I particulary like for reasons unknown exactly. It is just a poor apple who unfortunatly tasted terrible so was turned into a face. He has no name except crabby apple when really he looks more sorry to be tasteless than crabby I think. [Puts fork down and stares at half-empty plate]. Crabby Apple.

Moshe

Piano Lady

Okay now don't get me wrong, I love playing the piano, but sometimes scales and arpeggios and ancient music can get incredibly frustrating. I never know why I say yes every year to an exam. What I should be saying is "No, remember the fuss last year?" But no, I am apparently not that smart and said yes again at the start of this year now I am stressing about it. Not to mention the mountain load of other work I have to do this week. I really just can't wait for the summer holidays to begin and I can forget about exams and studying (well, at least I won't think about it as much as I do now.). I plan on making a suckumentary this holidays with footage of M-cat, Fi, J-kitty and I that has somehow managed to accumulate a large chunk of my hard drive. I will be just like Tibby Rollins but without the blue hair and Abby outfits.
Sunset photographs like this always make me think of old southern, American movies where the girls have names like Bunny. I spent the entire time that my mother was looking for a new fridge gawking at the dslr's in the local electronics store. Not a single store in my town stocks Pentax cameras for me to actually look at, it all has to be ordered in from the city. I have to make do with Canon and other inferior brands.
Moshe

Forgetfulness

It was a really hot weekend this weekend just past. I hope that everyone didn't melt! I certainly didn't because I went swimming. I had forgotten how much fun swimming is. We took the old blow up boat down and had water fights. It was a lot of fun.
They have the most beautiful trees at the lake I went to. I also figured out the scene mode on my camera (yeah I know, took me a while). It works so much better than just trying to position the little green squares.

Exam week is this week at school. Today I had my English exam. I swear, teachers wear ugly, squeaky shoes on purpose. They do it to distract us and then when someone points it out, they take off their shoes. Not a pleasant site.
Moshe