Classic.

Planning To Read This. Because Honestly, Who Doesn't Love Oscar Wilde?

Dear Herschel.

"Did you have an important document for me?" vom Rath asked. Drawing his pistol, Herschel called, "You are a filthy Boche, and here, in the name of 12,000 persecuted Jews, is your document."

Have I Told You How Good This Book Is?

If you have any sense you should click this link to Barnes and Noble where you can get it for $1.99.

Music or Lyrics?

I'm a big music person. I like sounds....the amazing harmonies and countermelodies of voices, pianos, anything (except piccolos, unless you're really good).
But lyrics are important too. But most of the time for me, they come after the music. By a tiny margin. Tinytiny. Like if someone has a good voice and crazy instrumentals, but I don't understand one word of what they're saying, I don't give a crap.

I was talking chatting whatever with this weird ginger named OLIVIA and I showed her some awesome non-English people and I realized that language doesn't matter, good music is universal.

You know what's fun? Playing instruments. NYSSMA people, good luck! Sad/happy I won't be joining you guys this year. Remember, BEFRIEND THE JUDGE and GET YOUR SCALES RIGHT, THAT MAKES THEM HAPPY. Also, JUST TRY TO GET THE SIGHTREADING RIGHT. IF YOU THINK YOU DID BAD, SOMEONE ELSE PROBABLY DID WORSE.

Playing instruments is fun, isn't it. Been laboring painfully yet happily over Grieg. That man is a Norwegian beast. Come to a concert May 22 at the Unitarian? I'll be there (so will Andrew, but honestly.)

If you think I need to type more (which I'm horribly bad at), you know what? Hand flip with little twist.

All Albums, Again

Epiphany!

So today I had an epiphany. I was coughing because I caught someone's disease, then I realized - wow, Jessie, you have a blgo! Blog.
Wow, Jessie, you suck at typing.

Anyways.

My varsity letter came in the mail today! It basically told me to get my out of shape arse to a pool before August 15 so I don't drown on the first day of swimming. (again). And I was thinking, I might do it if ELLIE AVA AND CLARA promise they do it because honestly, why sit on a horse while it jumps over fences (Ava), or slap plastic cyliders with a stick while being on ice (Clara) or be doing some kind of musical acting dancy thing (Ellie) when you can swallow gallons of water while paddling for your life?

No, actually, I love swimming.

Speaking of death, I was reading this book called Delirium. Someone quite possibly dies. You should read it. It's not that fantastic, just warning you.

Now that I'm typing this I realize that I should draw more pictures. And post them. Because everyone likes pictures. So there's one at the top.

It's a modest mother cow who has decided to put on a nice hat and build a fire in the darkness.