Rainy Day Reflections

Hurrah for the first rain of winter! I was awakened early this morning by the drip-drip of the drainage pipe below my window and the pitter-patter of rain falling on the roof. A splendid alarm-clock, indeed! It was raining before I left for my piano lesson. :-)
It was raining while I was driving to my piano lesson (gah! just the slightest bit nerve-wrecking..).
It rained during my piano lesson. :-)
And it was still raining when I came home! :-)
(Excessive smileys! But it's raining, and the rain deserves emoticons. Maybe? Yes.)
Yay, dear rain! Please stay for a while, or come back soon if you do decide to leave.
Rainy Fridays at home are almost the most pleasant rainy days of all. Nothing like curling up in bed with a book (well...the Federalist Papers.....) and a snuggly sleeping cat to keep you company. I've almost forgotten what it means to rest.
Dear Miss MKR's post today made me stop and re-evaluate my priorities and the general way I've been living lately. I'm still not entirely sure how to go about things with school and music yet, since my perfectionist-streak often gets in the way. But I must work on not worrying so much, since I tend to become rather tense and digestion goes downhill from there... Breathing is good. Oxygen is even better? Hmm.
Well, I probably should stop here before I begin worrying about my blog post.
Silly goosie.
I shall enjoy cookie-night and not think about the concerto competition or little Asian violin virtuosos or the fact that I think I'm behind musically or so on or so on. I'm glad that we will continue learning and growing for a very, very, very, very, very long time. There is hope for goosies like me!
Anyways, enjoy the rain and keep warm!

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For some reason, I always come down with a severe case of apathyitis during the last few weeks before the Holidays. All motivation and clarity of thought vanish! Whoosh! Kapoot! Bah! It's a bad sign when you're stuffing words into incoherent sentences for the sole purpose of meeting the word limit. "Wesley...No...John Wesley. (2), John Wesley is...(3)..John Wesley is a very..very very very very very very very very.........*dotdotdot*baaackspaaaace*".
Oh well.
Must practice!
Must read!
Must study harder!
..
Must take time to be?
:-/
gah!

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Poor blog. It is always filled with occasional little blips. I must practice writing more proper posts. Blips and posts. Hmm, but would this not count as a post? Then again, I would hardly call it a "proper" post.
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I recently discovered that Trader Joe's sells panna cotta and crème brûlée in their frozen dessert section. :-D (Of course they are not next to each other..Heaven forbid!) Hurrah for sweet, creamy-ish, gelatinous, puddingish, custardish desserts! C'est si bon. -_^
My mind is often quite distracted with thoughts about dessert. Must not think about scones, either. Or white cake.
What odd things you think about when you're trying hard to focus on Hobbes and Locke.
Random thought, but is it possible for there to be some sort of "harmoniousness" or "agreeableness" of flavours in food?
Anyways.
Off to term paper and Mendelssohn. :-)