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I gots meself a filckr! Check it out. :P Also, this is where I'm probably posting most of my pics...since the quality there is so a m a z i n g ! (Only problem: there is a limit of how amny photos you can put, based on file size. I'm already nearly done with this month capcity! BOO! D:) The link:
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| Got Band-Aids? c: |
Brace yourself. This one is going to be lengthy.
The past nine days had been one of my toughest ever. They all had one thing in common: approximately five hours of sleep every night. The first day or so was fine, a bit of dread but overall tolerable. As the days wore on and the same sleeping habit was forming a large rut in my routine, I started getting more and more tired. Every morning, I'd wake and drift. My movements slowed and it was very hard to focus on the simplest things (I recall this one morning where one moment I had a toothbrush in one hand and a bit of toothpaste in my hair.) It was pure agony trying to get past everyday in hopes of sleeping at least 7 hours, but I was contently being pulled back by homework, projects, etc,etc,etc. I know so many people have sarcastically remarked: Oh, you're a freshman. Just wait until you get to sophomore/junior/senior year! Yes, I know I'm a freshman, and in case you didn't realize, I am waiting to get to whatever year you're telling me to just wait on, but I'm not looking forward to it. I know life will only get harder on you, but the past week and few days have been so hard on me, I don't even know how I ever managed to stay awake through most of it. I remembered just Friday, how close I was to planting my face on my biology textbook and how moody I was during concert band (it was as if I was drunk.) I tried my hardest to conserve energy and talking to others unless I was fully up to it. I'd hate to say the wrong thing when I'm feeling half awake and half myself. That was why, right after dinner yesterday, I snuggled under a blanket on the couch and dozed off to one of the greatest naps in my life. In addition, I took the liberty to sleep a full 13 hours before waking up to "brunch". I felt so refreshed (well, mostly) and loved the fact that I wasn't forcing myself anything. I guess you can say I learned the hard way on getting good nights sleep. But then, what can you really do if you're bound from sleeping because of unfinished work? It's almost as if there's no way to win...unless you had that power to stop time.
In other news, I've decided to take up Track and Field. I think it will do me good since I love sprinting and had always wanted to join a more rigorous sport (sorry badminton). I went to the practice after school on Wednesday right after badminton. I had seen a Friend of mines getting ready to go out on the track and asked her what she was here for since she didn't participate in any sports yet. She told me Track and Field practice was today and she was going to go. Seeing that I had time (not really) I decided to go for it. Everybody else on the team was black for the most part. I was the only Asian person and surprisingly, I didn't feel awkward at all. I admit I was hit with great intimacy, but in the end, I thought of myself and everyone around me as the same type: people, rather than different shades of who-knows-what. Therefore, I'm going to try my hardest and stick to track. I've recently got some new tennis shoes and my blisters are healing (never ever wear the wrong shoes playing any sport; you'll suffer blisters, cuts, and blood). My only problem at the moment are the practice times. Badminton practice and Track and Field practice are both after school. What to do...
 Oh boy, I've recently discovered a new fetish. I love band-aids. Ever since I've been getting these cuts on my feet I've been visiting my lovely new friends. They're these cute little things with sticky arms that will hug you tightly and never let go until you have to peel them off of you. On the inside they are nice and soft and can help you absorb all your problems. I don't know how long this will last, but for now, I know I can't stop loving them.
Aurgh. My computer, for some stupid reason is lagging at the moment. I had more to write but this troublesome glitch has pushed me off the edge. I spent way too long on this blog because of it and I really need to sleep. I'll add more once I have the time. For now, peace and love to everybody. :)
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 When I was little, I loved rain. I guess it was a "child-thing". Now I don't see what's so exciting about puddles and precipitation. When it rains too soft, you hesitate to take out your umbrella and regret it when it starts pouring really hard (this is especially a drag when you're hands are already full as it is). But it rains too heavily, you can't even go out, and even you do, there will always be that one person or so who is totally against it (like your parents for example). I prefer being nice and dry in a warm, warm room when the rain is falling outside; it gives you a sense of comfort from the "dangerous" world outside. At night, I find the sound of rain against the window soothing, but i'm not sure if that's jut a "Dyana-thing". I know however, that it never actually rain today, so I'm not realy sure why I wanted to talk about rain in the first place. (Perhaps it's because I wanted to have something to go along with that beautiful photograph above.)
 I have cromatic scale tomorrow, and my mouth hurts from all that practicing. Sometimes I wish music was easy for me, but regretabbly, I think I am, as I like to call: "musically-challenged." For one, I can never seem to keep a consistent beat, and I can never seem to grasp the concept of the falts and sharps completely. and when it comes to learning new notes-especially the high ones-I feel like throwing a piano down 20 stories. Oh well, I'm leaning on luck now; I hope Nez will go easy and pick out three good random scales for me to do. (Keep me away from E flat please!) So I recently got this "brochure" from this Nashville, Tennessee University called Vanderbilt. Yeah...it was a bit of a surprise. Firstly, it made me feel old and unnecessarily anxious. (Drat.) What's scary though, is how this particular uiversity, that I've never heard of in my life happen to track me down. I find it really creepy. Has any of you have this happen to you, please feel free to share. :) |
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Name: Dyana
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About Me: I am an odd person. I'll admit it because I can't really figure out who I am exactly. I think that's what life is partially about: figuring out who you really are, that, and happiness. I don't think many do find out who they really are in the end, but make a marvelous journey trying. I think that's beautiful. Frankly, I don't really want to find that one word or thing that would describe me perfectly. I think I'll just sit along with the ride and let everything just roll as it goes. I'm a very spontaneous person.
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