RAmen to that.

Maybe I should just convert from Atheism to Pastafarianism, or the belief that the Flying Spaghetti Monster created the universe. If He sends me a sign, manifests His presence, graces me with the touch of his noodly appendage, I will believe!
If you would like to learn more of this religion, go to www.vengaza.org. :)

Cinco de Mayo!

To celebrate Cinco de Mayo, I made an omelette. Actually, I made an omelette just to make an omelette. I piled on random shenanegins from the fridge: onions, artichoke hearts, parsley, and mozerella. Sounds funky, but it turned out pretty good. Observe my pre-tasting skeptical face. :D

Today is also my BEST FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY! Sweet sixteen. Except not so sweet, because she moved to Nebraska, so I can't share it with her. I miss you, Alena! <3

In which I am enlightened.

I'm skipping school today! Fun. I am actually a little bit sick, though. I'll just ham it up for the 'rents. :)


In completely unrelated business, I think my piano teacher is all-knowing. Every time I have a (usually relationship-related) problem, even when I don't tell her about it, she manages to give me advice that relates exactly to it. It's uncanny. I never forget Lila's tidbits of knowledge. So, here they are:

- When you're most desperate for a relationship, it won't work out. I've found this to be very true.
- Once during a particularly beautiful section of a piano piece, she told me to think of something heartbreakingly sad, but that I've come to accept. That was, strangely enough, exactly the stage and mood I was in right then, and I played that part perfectly and emotionally.
- And just last night, she told me that in a relationship, it's always that one person loves the other more. And if you can find someone who you love equally as much as they love you, then hold on to them.

It's not like I have relationship problems all the time, and when she just happens to give advice, it slightly relates to my situation. In nine or so years it has only occurred three times, when I'm at my lowest, in a trough, and I'm in dire need of the exact words she says. We also share a birthday :O. Eerie...
Maybe I should follow her advice on Maya Gold chocolate bars as well: eat them after they've softened up in the car a bit. :)

Passion?

I am insanely jealous of those who know what to do with their lives. How could anyone dedicate their time and efforts to one specific goal? I don't want to be a martyr for my beliefs; I could be wrong. I don't want to be a doctor, a lawyer, a musician, the president, a veteranarian, or a photographer. I don't know what to do with myself. I am a sophomore in high school, so I guess I shouldn't worry too much about these things, but I only have two more years until I have to start making the decisions that will determine my path in life. Meow.
Here's an amazing LEGO sculpture for you. It was created by a man who left his blooming career as a lawyer to pursue his passion for LEGOs. Now that's what I want: a passion so immense that I would leave a promising, high-paying career for it.