Ramblings of Beth

Sometimes I get the random urge to do a blogpost. Except sometimes when I get those urges, I have nothing exciting to say. Like right now. I think what it really is, is that I just want to write. I tried writing a poem earlier, but it was an epic fail. I keep thinking about writing a story, but I'm not feeling the inspiration for it. I've written about a bajillion of letters the past week (I've seriously depleted my stampbook.  I think everyone I love should live in Flag so I don't have to write letters to them.) So, I think it's time to do a post. And since I have nothing significant so say, this will probably be rambling. Because, as sad as it is, my thoughts tend to ramble.

Institute is pretty much amazing. Really. Life changing. I feel like I've got my life completely on track now. I was beginning to deviate for a bit.

I am currently listening to Michael Buble's Crazy Love album. I. Love. Him. And jazz. Me and my husband will sing jazz to one another. And then sing Baby (You've Got What it Takes) as a duet. (I make lists of songs my husband will sing to me. And songs I 'll sing to him. And then songs we'll sing together. No big deal.)

I feel like all of my classes are going to be super boring this semester. Besides choir. Seriously. I've been wanting to bang my head against the desks in almost every class.

Choir is pretty much bomb. Besides this one creepy/weird song that really just gives me bad vibes. "All I was Doing was Breathing." Everyone loves it, but it just doesn't make me feel good. BUT we're singing this song, Adiemus and it's pretty much epic. I sang is my sophomore year in Chorale with Mrs. Jones. So, I have good memories associated with it, plus it's a freakin' amazing song!

Christine Posvistak is pretty much the best visiting teacher ever. And one of the most amazing people in Flag. Like, more amazing than me, which, you know, says a lot! ;) But really. No words.

I'm craving pizza at the moment. But that's nothing new. Me and Katie Alston ate a whole pizza together on Saturday. No regrets.

I've been obnoxiously hungry lately. Something wacky is going on with my stomach. I don't think I could ever go anorexic. Hunger doesn't agree with me. I get whiny and cranky if I have hunger pains for longer than half an hour. People would probably shoot me if I ever became anorexic because I would be such a pain to deal with.

My Spanish class might be the death of me. I think Jess would be ashamed of how much Spanish I've forgotten. My grammar is shot. I've forgotten all past tense and the whole pronoun, possessive, whatever those things are. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only phrases I actually remember are food related. And that hombre and hambre are NOT the same thing. Tengo homre doesn't mean that I have hunger...pero quiero un hombre...bahaha. :) Spanish.

Yeah. I prolly should stop now. I can ramble for forever. So. The end. If you've read all of this, you prolly deserve a cookie. But you won't get one from me....