So, yesterday I asked the ever-awesome eyepiece_simile
to help me pick out birthday cards for my two godsisters (the daughters of my godparents; does this term really exist?). It struck me only in the middle of the card-picking selection as mildly pathetic that I must actually consult my much cooler friends on such matters. It's hard to find good birthday cards, especially for pre-teen girls; you don't want to be overly cute or too cynical. I was nowhere near as cool as Kathleen at age 11 (she's turning 12 tomorrow); I just know she's going to be an awesomely gorgeous and smart and sassy homecoming queen someday. Sarah, the younger one, and I are closer in personality although I think she's a little shyer. I think I've found something that each of them will like, or so I hope.
I think my mother is concerned about my mental status as I would not stop singing random fragments of "So Long, Farewell" from the Sound of Music
slightly off-key for half an hour straight while washing the dishes. If I were in her position I'd probably be slightly weirded-out, too. But there's just something about TSOM that makes me frightfully cheery for extended periods of time. And in winter I could use extra doses of shiny melodies. The lovely sunny weather lately has been helping tremendously; I hope it lasts for as long as possible. I'm starting to believe that I won't be able to live anywhere with actual fall and winter; I'm afraid I'd get too depressed.
For some reason in winter I always feel more tired; sleeping doesn't make me feel any more rested than being awake. My usual method of blasting awesomely cool orchestral jazz/instrumentals and techno on my way to the IHL is starting to wear off a little in its energy-boosting powers. Normally I swear it's better than caffeine, which I never consume in the morning anyway. I'd rather not form some kind of addiction until I really need it (i.e. at uni).