A Toast to Tuesday

Dear Ravishing in Richmond,

Once again, I find myself sitting in bed still at 11:30 (or half eleven, as I've started to say here in Cork-- I find people understand me quicker if I speak the way they do, they don't even notice until I say something American-ish on purpose... weirdos) on a Tuesday morning. And I have to be honest: the reason I haven't posted to you in so long? Because I haven't had a day like this in so long.

Last week passed in a weird, busy blur (as you already know because I kept bugging you with my complaints about life and myself and the universe). But so far this week is a little calmer, and hence, I can write to you!

With such a long introduction, I should really have more to say in this blog post. It would make a poor ratio if I just cut out now with something like, "Well, nothing's really happening! Hope all is well with you! Goodbye!" Wouldn't it? But that might actually happen, I'm just forewarning you....

Yesterday, I had a presentation, an assignment due, and a paper due. So basically last night I just holed up in my room with hot chocolate and Heartbreakers (Yes, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Sigourney Weaver, pathetic Captivating all stared). It was truly wonderful.

Today, I have a performance class and then a piano lesson, neither of which I've really prepared for with everything else raining down on my head. Oh well! I think it's only natural for a musician to BS her way through rehearsals, right? That's why we all practice so much when we're younger, it's so that when we're older we can just F off? Oh wait, we didn't practice much when we were younger either. I'm not really sure how this is supposed to work then.

I saw this wonderful short documentary this morning called "The Runners". I think you should watch it! You would enjoy it, too, I think. I think  I tweeted it or posted it on Facebook or something like that, so check it out.

Basically, my life truly is boring, and I've gone on long enough to try to even out that Intro-Interesting Bit ratio, but I think I've just made it worse. Now it's bottom-heavy on boring information and just uselessness that is my life and talking about it. You better be able to do better. And if you can't, that's totally fine. I bet you can write about a boring life more entertainingly than I can anyway.

Love always,
Captivating in Cork