#36 When Flowers Gaze at You

I plan on writing a book one day. But there's so much to write about and not enough paper in the world. If I were to write about one event in my life, I would feel a need to write about another event that happened at the same time - or near the same time. However, those two events would be completely irrelevant to each other. Every event has a story, whether it's a short one or long one, so I feel like it always needs to be told - or at least written down.

I wish I had a voice recorder. The type you can carry around with an A side and B side. So I can record everything I'm saying or doing for my book. That'd be pretty cool. No, what'd be even cooler is if something can record my thoughts. It could be a bad thing for thoughts to be recorded, but it can also be a good thing. I can list of bunch of reasons for either sides, but I'm a little lazy right now.

That's another problem. Laziness. My arch enemy. I want to write a book, but I get lazy. I want to upload my blog on a regular basis, but I get lazy. I want to have my homework done, but I get lazy. Where are the Fairy Oddparents when you need them?

Sigh.
I heard that every single time you sigh, you lose an ounce of happiness. I think that statement is somewhat contradicting to another statement: "You can't measure happiness". Although it's contradicting, I still like the concept and sometimes believe it. I try not to sigh often, but I do so anyways. Not because I'm sad, but it's just something I do when I'm being thoughtful. I'm sure everyone does something like that - gestures that people mistaken for something else.

I got into a small argument with my sister today about where to put the cardboard. I used the cardboard for my architecture class. I left it on the dining room table since no one uses it anyway and she told me keep it in my room because it was an eyesore for her. I told her, it's an eyesore for me in my room because my room is even smaller than the living room. She guilt-tripped me, reminding me that she didn't need to live in the house and the only reason she's here is because of me.
She sounds exactly like my mother, yet she always complains about her.
" THE Mother always guilt-trips me into doing [insert errand here] for and I'm just so sick of it," she says. But here she is, doing the same thing.

Oh well, I'll be gone in 2 and a half years - so her complaints about living at home would be gone too.

Autumn and winter are my favorite seasons. The trees are no longer cloaked with leaves, so you see their long slender fingers reach toward the sky. Some reach downward, towards you - begging you to join their skyward reach. I wish I could.

I have school tomorrow. I don't have school on Wednesday. I'm trying out for the school Talent Show. I'll be playing Boston by Augustana on piano. My friend on guitar. Finding someone for vocals. I'm excited - practicing everyday. =).

I'll end my entry here.
Oh wait - Hi Leo. Hi Austin.

Thank you for reading my blog.

Love,
Jay