Nomadling

I think I heard someone get murdered.

...On April 26. My word, I need to check my journals more often.

So...6 things, 6 people.

1. I spent my whole 9th year without brushing my teeth, yet I've only had one cavity in my life. I didn't stop for any moral reason; I just forgot one night and kept on forgetting until I was 10 (or 11...).

2. When I was little and our family still lived in a small town, the only music my parents listened to was country (that's all that came through on the local station, I think). Hence, for the first 5 or 6 years of my life, I thought the only music that existed was country. It was like learning to hear for the first time when we moved to the city.

3. My toes and knees always crack. I could play toe-symphonies for hours and they would still be cracking. I can't sneak around anywhere.

4. My scream sounds like the apocalypse. I have frightened many a telemarketer with my "talent".

5. When I was in greade 3, my favourite pastime was running around outside in black gloves and catching wasps. I was never stung, and wondered why my teacher got so scared when I brought my friends into the classroom.

6. When I was 7, my favourite album was Graceland by Paul Simon. When I turned 8, my tastes switched to 14th-century chamber music set to eerie techno beats (yes, it exists).

I tag:














I'm out.

"Hi, are you new?"
"Not really."
"I don't think I've seen you before. What's your name?"
"Rita."
"Wendy?"
"Sure."

Feels like forever and a day since I've been here. I'd forgotten how much I liked DeviantArt.

Last journal: July 23. Exciting news, I'm sure.
Just came back from another trip out to Regina. It made me sad. Grandpa's brain and body have been growing weaker as of late, and Grandma is often exhausted trying to take care of him. Her arthritis has worsened to a point where her knees sound like moving furniture every time she gets up. It's a shame that growing old has to bring so much misery...my grandparents are terribly awesome people, and don't deserve anything they're getting (except the pension cheques ).

I'm staying here by myself for the majority of the week. That may sound like good news to some of you, but since I'm an exceptionally boring person, I have nothing to do all day. Hence, this e/n journal. I've been working on an animation for most of the summer, and at the moment, I hate it more than anything. 1117 frames, and I'm not even a quarter of the way done. At least it lets me kill some time (heh. I sound about 13 years old).

I lost my CDs again. I'm sure you were dying to know that. At least I still have the three I got for my birthday: Bob Marley, Bob Marley, and Queen. I've been listening to them endlessly, if only to dull the pain of animating (Oh, the drama).

Ooh! And I got me a camera. It's a Canon, film, fully manual, and probably built sometime befor the Crimean war. I love it!