And So It Goes.

Papa took us to the library for the first time since 11th grade yesterday; I was in ecstasy. It was made better by a tall, Webster-reminiscent man wandering around the aisles with his small son. I think I have a problem.

So last night I read Sisters in Sanity by Gayle Forman; it wasn't bad. I really wanted music afterwards, though. I can't seem to get enough of it, again. Today I read The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank for the first time. I'm glad I didn't read it until now - now I feel like I understand her. Although she was fourteen at the end of the diary, her thoughts are much more self-aware than mine usually are. I suppose it was her circumstances, but it was also in her character, as well.

I am such a child so much of the time. Even now, as my parents trust me more and more and more, I want to fall back into grass forts of my childhood, make a time capsule from an effervescent bubble, and stay suspened between adulthood and toddlerdom for at least two more years.

One year isn't nearly enough to fold my flesh and bones over everything I love. One more year, and I must become responsible and efficient. I dread it; I look forward to it. This is similar to my feelings on marriage and all that it entails.

I didn't mean for this to become whatever it is.
I wanted to tell a story of how, after a whole summer of nearly ignoring the piano, I learned one of my assigned songs in 30 minutes, did passably well on my finger excercises, and didn't completely fail the chords and scales.
I wanted to mention the amazing tea cookies (half butter, half sugar, basically) that I love to make almost as much as I love to eat.
I was going to say that I have a small glowing story idea inside the center of my heart, ready to be bitten into in November for NaNoWriMo.

The heart wants what it wants, though.

Dream - Priscilla Ahn
Reasons to Love You - Meiko
Gravel Lines - Amy Seeley
The Show - Lenka
Missed the Boat - Modest Mouse
Cape Town - The Young Veins