I fell off the wagon

Day the Thirtieth:

Due to having an actual life and junk, I fell off the BEDA wagon. I did stay up for 23 1/2 hours to watch a wedding though. I thought it was beautiful, and had a small moment of wishing I had  a budget that could get me a choir like that. If I had to break down into percentages why I was watching the Royal Wedding it would read something like this:

40% the music.
40% because they are my monarchy, becasue it was a spectacle, because someting like that might not roll around in my lifetime again, becasue of the history
20% to see the dress.

So there you have it, my reasons for being stupid and fall off a wagon.

The END.

Of BEDA

GERONIMO

Trials

Day the Twenty-seventh:

Don't bother reading this. I am simply putting letters after one another to make random words that are then formed into what looks like intelligent sentences. This is false. They are barely coherent.

Trials and tribulations. That phrase, I find, is most fitting to the little problems in life. I am a boring and currently busy, person. And tired. I have no words to share, but because I said I would blog every day all month, I am rambling onwards about have nothing to ramble about. They have words for people like me. I think the most fitting one for right now is stupid. I should just go to bed and not mind that I didn't post tonight. Instead, I write this.

Sigh.

Night all. Geronimo

I'm counting down

Day the Twenty-sixth:

As much as BEDA has been fun, I want to take a day off and not feel bad. There is an Opera tonight. So that should be educational. But really, without effort I have very little to share. My brain has been sucked dry. Or that could simply be too much sugar.

Ta-ta for now.

GERONIMO

One of my philosophies

Day the Twenty-fifth:

I have rainy music, and sunny music, and happy music, and tired music, and grumpy music, and cleaning music, and baking music. But I study with whatever I am craving, which generally means one of the aforementioned.

One of the many philosophies I have formed is that by and large, most problems are easier to fix with good music playing. My currant position in life means that I get to form philosophies and they aren't destroyed, yet.

In my case anyway, I can fix most moods that aren't related to not singing, with good music and protein. Or, at the very least talking them out hurt less with music and food.

I was only thinking about this because I am slightly overfed (this is not my fault, some foods simply can not be denied) and have been rejoicing in Easter music. Life is a beautiful thing.

GERONIMO

BEDA was not...

Day the Twenty-fourth:

BEDA was not designed by a Catholic. It's Easter. I am not going to take the time to write interesting stuff, when I could be hanging with my family and eating sticky buns. Just isn't going to happen.

He is Risen, Alleluia.

GERONIMO

If I had a Tardis

Day the Twenty-third:

History is were my time would be spent.

I want to hear what ancient Egyptian sounded like. Ever since I studied Egypt, and found out that we can read the hieroglyphs because of the Rosetta Stone, not because we actually can speak it, I have wanted to hear it.

The time of the dinosaurs. Don't tell me that giant things aren't cool.

To be in England for the repercussions of 1066 would be amazing.

Just once I think, maybe, I would go into the future. My interest really lies in the past.

The time of Christ. Can you imagine a chance to BE there?

I want to see a claymore in action. Hear the evolution of the English language. Meet Chesterton.  And St. Joan of Arc. Find out what actually was going on during Bloody Mary's reign without the propaganda. See one of Shakespeare's plays while he was alive. Hear a Palestrina Mass just after it had been written. Have a reason to ride sidesaddle.

So many things and places, this list is endless.

Series six of Doctor Who starts in less than two hours.

GERONIMO

Agnus Dei

Day the Twenty-second:
It's Good Friday.
This is the only hard part of BEDA. And I forget how to do pictures. So imagine a lovely photo below.

I'm out.

GERONIMO

P.S. I will be back tomorrow.