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Day the Fourth:
So I'm thinking April goes on all month long. I need a plan. But I don't plan my blog. I didn't even plan on having a blog. See how well my not planning is going? But still, I need a plan. So I thought I could do random lists of stuff. You know, stuff.

 How about I start with my pet peeves. I really like talking about them.

1. Wet Socks. Not wet all over. Just, when you step on a drop of water on the floor, and the sock gets a wet spot on the ball of your foot. Then it sticks and just generally bugs me. Pet peeve.
2. Having a song I hate stuck in my head. I have come to the conclusion that I get an internal soundtrack, regardless of wether I want it or not, just, does it have to be songs I hate?
3. American spell check. I want to spell my words the British way. Would it be too much to ask, to have a British spell check? Yes? Well, bummer.
4. When library's only have three or so book out of five book series. Or, they don't have the book at all. I don't want to buy it if I don't know I like it , but I can't know that I like it, if I can't read it.
5. Canadian publishers who don't publish new books from Australia or England. Catch up already!
6. When they publish a series and change the size and cover design part way through. It makes for uneven shelves. GRRRRRRRRRRR!

Hmm. Books. I love books, but any time there is a close relationship there is more chance for peeves, apperantly. 

"It is a curious thing that people only ask if you are enjoying yourself when you aren't."
Edith Nesbit

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Things Keep Happening

Day the Third:
There is lots planned for April. All of witch takes up a smidgen of brain space, space I don't have to share with stuff. And virtually none of it is really important in the big picture.

Easter is number one. This is the important one.

Number two is the premiere of season six of Doctor Who! This is big. I'm about to pop out of my skin.

Number three is going to involve planning. I can't be the only person I know who wants to watch Prince William and Kate get married. So I want to have a sleepover party, because the wedding will be at 3 am our time. All these things are happening in the space of 7 days. Such fun.

On Books "Far too many relied on the classic formula of a beginning, a muddle, and an end."

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Then to Continue

Day the Second:
All of my Saturdays are spent in Victoria cramming in info that I most desperately need but do not particularly want. Modern Music. Some interesting, mostly ugly. I can say that because it is my opinion.

My class falls over lunch, therefor I exit with huger cravings. Today's was scones. Not just any scones, I wanted spinach and feta cheese scones. Fortunately for me, we had to go grocery shopping after the class was over, so I got beautiful ingredients. My mother likes to feed ingredients to my cravings because she gets yummy stuff out of the bargain. So I made scones for dinner.

That was the entirety of my day. All of it. Well, I saw some friends. But nothing else happened.

"Be content to remember that those who can make omelettes properly can do nothing else."
Hilaire Belloc

(I can't make an omelette.)


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And so to begin

Day the First;
I needed an excuse to stand up and walk away form my history homework. I hate exams. Blargh. On the bright side, I watched Tangled on Wednesday night. I loved it. Thank you Disney, for all those unreal expectations of life. They are so much fun. I adore singing Disney songs at the top of my voice. There is considerable volume involved. Only the people singing with me enjoy this exercise. Understandably.

(Wanna know a secret? My favorite part of Disneyland was sitting in a room waiting for my cousins to finish drawing and watching snatches of the films with their music go by on screens. I think we sat in there for 20 minutes. I knew all the songs. Sigh)

Right, well, I think that was my break. See you tomorrow.

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BEDA

I am going to do BEDA. For those of you not initiated into the world of whatever you would classify this as, that's Blog Every Day April. Goody.

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Singers

Have you ever watched a singer not sing for, oh say, a week?

Just to clarify, singers are not just people that sing. Everyone can sing. Singers are the ones that need to sing so that no one else kills them. Being a singer is as much in your DNA as being Catholic. You are changed for life. I am a Catholic singer. My DNA is altered irrevocably.

I digress.

These past two weeks have been spring break. No lessons. For any parents of singers, this is the time that you prepare to weather storms that have nothing to do with the events of your life. Without lessons, I try to practice more, but I was sick at the beginning, so the damage was done. And then I had an attack of the BAD FOODS. Tomatoes and cheese. I love both. I can't eat them often. There are repercussions. They are not disscussed much, but every time I am seen with either food item, my parents raise an eyebrow and say "should you be eating that?" So, that practice plan was shot to hell.

Bring on the temperamental storms! But I squished my inner DIVA and life is back on track.

God is good.

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St. Anthony and I

He is the man you ask to petition on your behalf when you loose things. Unfortunately we talk quite often. Most of the stuff I loose is not my fault. Really. I loose things like earings, which St Anthony always kindly helps me find. But I don't just misplace my belongings. I'm moslty well organised. Which brings me to the piont.

I lost a book.

I don't loose books. I know were every one of my books is on the shelf. The relationship between my books and memory is very strong. I knew for a fact that I had not leant it out. Besides the piont that I keep written record of which books have gone where, no one but Rachel would want to read this book, and she owns a copy. So I was rightly puzzled. I said a little prayer every time I looked at my bookshelf. Mummy and Rachel were saying prayers. I thought this might be a lesson in deferred gratification. But, sheesh. This had been going on for Months!

I was wrong. It was a lesson on the 4th commandment. Today was a cleaning day. More than just passing over the normal stuff. You know the kind. The pile of socks stuffed into the corner of my bookshelf that had been begging to be dealt with, maneuvered me into a position to see behind my bedside table. This is not common. I try not to look to often. It's kinda scary.

Sixty seconds after asking mummy if she was still praying to St Anthony about that book, BAM! I know, I know cleanliness is next to Godliness. You will also loose less stuff. Lesson learned. Thanks St Anthony.