my hopes went up and crashed back down

You weren't there today. You were sick. Today I played piano for some girls, and that was pretty brilliant. I little later, I felt like death. I sat on the bus and concentrated on just holding on that extra minute, sweating and dreaming of sleep, and relief. I got home and slept for two hours. I woke up feeling like that moment when the sun sweeps over your skin and warms your whole being. Blissful relief.

Everything's fucking wonderful, even when your classes consist of seventy people and the math class you should be in isn't available, due to the fact that the class in question is during a period with two classes already scheduled in it.

I'm glad just to be away from that edge-of-death feeling.

Why don't I begin again?

It's 10:45. I am supposed to be going to a singing lesson in fifteen minutes, and the cleaner won't leave. I want to go get some breakfast, but I'm too polite...I don't want to be in his way.

I am rather nervous, I plan to play Braille for this new teacher, but I only learnt it yesterday. So it's been non-stop playing it, and non-stop listening to it. It isn't the be all and end all, I suppose.
I just like to get things right.

Today I'm wearing my 'reading is sexy' t-shirt, and I don't care if no one likes it, cause I love it and my mother bought it for me cause I worked hard and cause I wanted it a lot.
My hair is soft and shiny, which is good. But I wish it was better weather.

I bought this little treasure in working condition for $2.50 at an op-shop because at the time both the woman and I thought it was broken. Little did I know it had belonged to a guy who worked there, and he spotted me with it and told me how to work it.
I also bought the pretty dress I'm wearing in the above photograph.
I bought a typewriter ornament (I think it holds business cards?) and a sweater.

My friend gave me The Beatrice Letters by my dear Lemony Snicket. It's such a beautiful book, filled with mysteries that only add on to the ones unsolved by the series. But I love that feeling.

Sometimes I think the cleaner likes to take ages just to annoy me. I'm going to phone my mother.

Love is not a favor!

Go here and listen to my song! Please do!

So on Wednesday, I was home alone, and when I'm home alone, I tend to play piano. The ability to play piano whilst home alone very occasionally leads to recording something. So I recorded a new song. I can't call it new, really...I wrote it months and months ago, before I even started going out with Mr Samuel. And yes, it is about him, but that's not why I recorded it. I just like the song.

I'm not promising it's wonderful, because I recorded it in one go and there are mistakes.

a city wall and a trampoline...

today was...great, but for reasons other than PANIC AT THE DISCO LIVE IN CHICAGO CD/DVD because the cd&dvd store don't have it in yet like they promised...):

I had my favourite class today. shameless self indulgence, it's called. the class has a blog, here.

I made this amazing collage to put in our class visual diary which had typewriters and pianos and vintage biscuit tins and marie antoinette-type girls on it.

mitchell and joseph came to my house after school. that was simply great. it made up for live in chicago not being available.

we played piano and sang juno songs and sang killers songs and played guitar and jumped on my trampoline and climbed the wall by the bus stop.

joe and mitchell are amazing. I love you two so much ❤

song for today: tire swing - kimya dawson