Friday, 7 June 2013
07:33:09 PM (GMT)
I've decided to name this diary Madrigal.
Don't ask why.
If Anne Frank can give her diary a randomass name, so can I.
I'm very bored today, and there's nothing to do. I ordered a new language learning
computer program for Latin, and it's taking years and years to arrive. I'm still
continually disappointing my music-loving parents by being terrible at the piano.
I want to take up writing sonnets again, since I adore the structure of iambic
pentameter and I'm not nerdy enough already. Ehh. And I would really like to take a
college art course this summer, but it may be too late, I'm not sure. I'm just so
bored. What am I even talking about?
Maybe I should go walk around the city and catch stray cats and give them flea baths.
Would that make me a good person?
Madrigal, I imagine you have long blue hair and tattoos of eyes on your palms. I'm
sure no one will get that reference, either.
No one ever gets my references.