7.22.2002
 
Sis has a way with being right about a lot of things. Especially fashion. Well, except that she thinks me with a slept-in mohawk would be cute. And I can say that, as of this morning... erm, afternoon... that it is far from truth.

Spent a good three hours reading in bed, complete with tossing and turning and page turning and kicking the covers and changing the CD. Changer is proving to be a wonderfully written novel where Ms. Linjskold can create a rising action that draws you in and ebbs it down to keep you reading till the next exciting moment. Addictive, but bordering on tedious at times.

At some point we had one of my "aunts" over so I stayed in my room and continued reading. Later I came downstairs and asked grandma about who it was. Apparently she's one of my extended family's aunts come to confirm rumors of my successful weightloss. In the grand tradition of asians everywhere, my grandma proceeded to tell her everything about it including how I diet ("she always eats one meal or two meal a day with snacks in moderation with small bits and she do the exercising thing that they buy") and about how she's had to change her cooking habits and menus to suit my ever-changing health needs. Hmm, more like piling on the bullshit.

Today I plan to... finish Changer? I'm feeling quite stagnant and painting at the moment doesn't sound very appealing. Neither does practicing my piano, but sis is busy readying herself for her cello lessons so I don't have to worry about that... yet. I'd rather return to a time when playing piano came easily and effortlessly to me. Or at least when I was compelled to practice each day. Tch.

I think it has something to do with my general anti-productive creativity. No muse to jump-start my inspiration, nor a need for one.

::yawn::

Once again I sail through the Duldroms of summertime. At least I've been perusing this site and find great enjoyment in it (go Essex boy!).

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