March on life, march on

[lantairvlea]

Work, home, school, home, sleep. That's about the pattern.

Next week I don't have business, behavior, OR my horsemanship classes. Ted's giving us the whole week off. Now I'm going to have to check and see if this is the case for my principles class and German.

Worked on art, drew a little, started watching Brother Bear in German. Ralized that I have a horribly small German vocabulary and I need to learn how to listen to and HEAR actual German being spoken. (I also realize that I'm probably understating my abilities, but my knowledge of the language after four+ years of it is still not satisfactory . .. and probably never will be.)

Oma and Opa are going back to CA tomorrow. Opa joined Dad and myself in going to my horsemanship class. Much heckling and amusement from his corner.

I have doctor's appointment on Friday. Routine stuff.

Mind blanking out and it appears that I hardly have anything useful or interesting to note of late. So much, and yet so little is happening all at once. There are a million things I could write, and yet, at the same time, nothing at all. It's as if this has become some obligatory dump of minescuel events that occur during my day rather than an actual intellectual exercise as it should be. Something more than just the day's events, but actual thoughts, opinions, dreams, realities, visions.

Comments

[highwaypoetry.livejournal.com]

Ah, but this is what the raquinn journal is for!

[lantairvlea.livejournal.com]

. . . for some reason my mind wants to spell "which" with a q . . . anyway. Which has been much neglected, I'm sorry to say. Hmm, ideas it gives, yes.