Silencieux Chanson

I really love music. It calms, it inspires, it drives, it saddens, it cheers up, it creates mood, it tells stories, and so much more.  I just think to myself sometimes, what exactly God is trying to say by making something so amazing? Music seems to be core in a lot of people's lives (mine and my parent's included), not to mention that it's  a good form of worship.  Maybe this is a strange thing to think, but why did God make music? Why do we accept it so naturally? I can't imagine a world without music. It's so very precious to me, I don't think I'd be half the person I am without it.

This seems to be another question I don't have the answer to.  I catch myself questioning things a lot these days. ( My previous post mentioned that I question myself, well I'm not the only thing I wonder about.) I'm glad my questions are intelligent though.  Wondering why the sky is blue seems much less philosophical than pondering the existence of music.

On an entirely different subject; finals are coming up soon. I. AM. GOING. TO. EXPLODE. I can't handle stress from every class at once.  Something tells me I'm going to do absolutely great on one subject and then get royally screwed in every other class. ( I'm probably going to do good in English, that's a given with me. And I think I'm exempt from the Latin final, but Physics, Algebra II, and Musicianship scare me.... ) Well that's all the things going through my head right now. Good luck sorting through them. 

Questionnant Je

As I sit down at the computer at long last, the thought occurs to me that I'm starting to get caught up in a swirling torrent of busy studying and assignments and schoolwork.  What is keeping me from losing myself in the hustle and bustle?  I have friends that get me by, ones who share my same interests, but wouldn't they change me rather than keep me from changing?   I can feel myself starting to mature under pressure, but I'm still my odd creative little self.

  Maybe I'm not supposed to change?  I often hear things like " during your teenage years you often go through a lot of changes".  I do realize that this mostly applies to your body, but it applies to your mindset too right?  Strange thoughts like these seem to be going through my head lately.  I find myself looking at other people and comparing myself ( though in a good way, mind you).   Who exactly am I?  How do other people view me?  Where am I going?  These are questions I can't answer very easily either.  The only thing I can think is that I have to leave these answers up to God and trust that his plan for me is a solid one.

Mon Dessin

    The thought in my head as I begin to type is how Feline Pine is funny because it rhymes. This shows how convoluted my train of thought is. Anyways, as you may have noticed, my blog has been redesigned to ensure that my graphics are up to par with my HTML savvy mother's. It may interest you all to know that I'm typing this while I have a fever. Let me tell you all: FEVERS ARE NOT A GOOD THING. I'm sure anyone who has ever had one will agree with me. The only benefit is not having to go to school.

Préoccupation

There's nothing quite like that little ball of dread that gathers in your stomach before you meet your doom ( for me, my doom happens to be the Latin test this Tuesday. It also doesn't help that the day before the test all we're doing is watching Hercules. It's like she's trying to keep us from despairing. ) Life in public school is treating me fairly well, but there are still times when I think " Well crap, if I was still home schooled I wouldn't have to bust my butt to get this stuff memorized." And it's also interesting how the classes I take that are kind of an extra ( Musicianship and Latin) are the most difficult. My point here? I don't think I have one. Except that I hate having to stuff things in my head over a two week period for a test that I don't want ( or necessarily need) to take. In a stunning display of raw stupidity I also decided to procrastinate my studying. In doing so I learned a very important lesson; studying is done most effectively when it is not the night before. And that concludes my very jumbled post.

Commandant Faillent

 -crawls over to her computer-

 I managed to get on today, and find time to post. But I've got a case of the blues right now, so inspiration is lacking. I somehow managed to get an F in Algebra 2 already. I'm kicking myself in the butt currently, and could use some cheering up.

 On the topic of school, if there's one thing about school that is the worst ever, it is weekend homework. I mean, isn't the whole point of having a weekend that you can relax and have a break? Aren't teachers dishonoring that tradition when they give us work over that time? And why do they think that because we have a vacation or a three day weekend they are allowed to pile on homework?

 The atrocity of the crime is inconceivable.

Promue Deordinateur

 I must apologize to my readers for such a late post. But you must understand, I had a combined enemy of moving to a new computer and creative block working against me. I'm sure you can sympathize with me if you try hard enough. 

 I am now coming to you from a Mac instead of my old, noisy, and decrepit PC. It's going to take time getting used to such a new environment. For starters, it may interest you to know that my old computer screen was at least half the size of this one. It almost gives me headache to have so much space. The most irritating thing I can think of about using a Mac is that I cannot simply right-click anything. I have to hold Ctrl and only then can I right-click. Because of this I have come to realize just how much I right-click things. Think about this for a second. When copying text, or saving a picture to my files, or opening a window in a new tab, for all of these I used the right-click. Of course, with a Mac, to save a picture all you have to do is drag it to your desktop. ( Frankly, all this "dragging" gives me the heebie geebies. It's like Macs can defy gravity or something.) But I really have difficulty missing my old PC. I mean, I got a new iPod as well. ( Not really new, so much as my Mother's old one which is an upgrade of my old one.) So if I don't post as often it is because I tend to have less time on the computer these days, and I have yet to get totally used to the new Mac. :)

Rupestre, Papier, Ciseaux!

I just got back from a glorious Youth Group meet, and have decided to get an entry in this blog before conk out on the bed to my left. You may well have guessed that I've returned from my camping trip, and I must say, it did not disappoint. I had so many humorous little moments, and such an epic game of Ultimate Frisbee. I also cannot forget to give a special shout-out to my personal friend, Mr. Jar-of-Salsa-Con-Queso. I must also apologize to any Carlson's that may be reading this blog. I corrupted your son's mind and I am very very sorry. I recently learned I will be camping yet again next weekend. I'm not sure if I should rejoice or lock myself in my room on the appointed day of leaving. It should also be mentioned that my school has sent an email explaining that UPS will be sending me some boxes in which I will put my poor computer in, never to see it again. As such, I may not be able to use a computer for a while. If any of you out there are in tears at this point, the feeling is mutual. Well, it's 10'o'clock now, and my eyes are starting to hurt. Goodnight readers.

Arrivage De Fouillis

As I predicted, our house is now in a flurry of suitcases, packedged food, and "outside toys". Our trip will commense to begin tommorrow morning, and as such it is utter chaos. My mother has even neglected to cut my hair. This may be the most distressing thing I've had to deal with these past two days. There's also nothing quite so depressing as not having enough room in one's bag for a fourth jacket. I suppose I'll have to make do with only three. On another note, I've been listening to some good old 90's tunes recently. Very nostalgic. I had to CD-nap one of my parents albums (No Need To Argue- The Cranberries) to help rid me of my craving. The good thing about getting some good music circulating around my brain is that it seems to level up my drawing skills. I haven't created any masterpeices yet, but I'm sure the trip up to Morro Bay will prove to be productive.

Venant Sous Peu

Next Friday I'll be leaving for a great big camping trip to the beach. We're going to meet up with an assortment of our friends from Church at a great big group campsite. It's a yearly trip, so I've been expecting it for a while now. Currently, we're at the "calm before the storm" stage in preparation. But soon enough we're all going to go crazy. Everyone will be trying to figure out what clothes need to be washed and packed,mom and dad will be trying to figure out meals for each day, I'll be trying to figure out what tent I'll be using, and more likely than not we'll be making several trips to various stores for supplies. So in the end I'm more nervous about getting ready than the actual trip itself. But I'm hoping it'll be a good one. Beach Camp (or Family Camp I suppose...) is usually a highlight of the year, for me anyways.

Premier écriture

I'm hoping the first blog entry is the hardest, because if it is this difficult to decide what to write every time one goes to make a post, this is going to be a challenge. I suppose my readers will wonder why the title of my blog (and the entries in it) are in French. Don't worry, this is easily explained. You probably know that my name is Kanada, considering it is directly to your right. Since I'm named after the country Canada, in which many people speak French, I've decided to learn this language and use it whenever possible. It's only natural, right? I hope this explains things and doesn't make me come off as strange. Well, I suppose it doesn't matter because in truth I am strange.