Eh bien, this has been somewhat of a whacked out week, and I think that first and foremost, I need to apologize for not blogging in such a long time. It's been partially the internet dropping out, partially working late, but mainly studying. Not to mention, if I had blogged at all during this time, it would have been fairly uneventful as I really had nothing to relate save for the amount of mind-boggling effort that this seemingly friendly last week of school had in store for me.
I finished watercolouring and wrote on all twenty of my Christmas cards, which I am delighted with, as they turned out beautifully. Then my drama performance went well and my final drama lesson was spent eating tons of junk food and watching the recording of the play in celebration. Then there were two teary moments and so many hugs that I wanted never to end. And then to top off that full-on day was a shoe-shopping trip, definitely not a habit of mine, for a big birthday party this weekend, which was much more successful than I expected because I ended up finding a stripey blue cardigan - something that has been on my list for a long long long time. I really love cardigans, and scarves, not to mention.
Well, after all that lardy-dah, I was well and truly knackered, and I fell into bed last night and was out like a light in minutes. I don't recall a single thought crossing my mind, or a single flicker or flutter of a dream until I woke up. At five past noon!
Oh the horror! My sleeping-in record has been until 11:30 am, and I was never able to match it. But then to randomly pull out a 5 past noon?!!! I was shocked wide awake when I finally found my pocketwatch and turned it over. I suppose I'm sort of proud. It feels like this event has marked my unofficial arrival at the typical teenager milestone. Me, who wakes up at 6 every morning, sleeps in til 6:30, is up and at 'em by 7, and in bed every night by 10:30 at the latest. A typical teenager. Well. I'm kind of proud, and kind of embarrassed, because I enjoy the thrill of breaking convention and this feels a little too stereotypical. Anyhow, I feel well-rested.
On a completely different note, I haven't felt like sharing passages out of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close for a while, because Tangled up in Blue has bought the book, and I don't want to wreck it even in the slightest for her. But for Many Colours of Happiness, I'll let slide some references to my favourite bits so far.
I was frozen with delight at the sound of the bird with the hearing aid, shocked into smiles by museums of husband and wife and blown away by the beauty of the tourguide. This is one of the most beautiful books I have ever read, and every chapter succees in blowing my expectation and shaking me heart and soul awake. It is so untypical that it feels almost forbidden. I am enjoying it so so much and I can't thank you enough for recommending it.