No news is good news...

I have nothing to say. Life has continued much as it has this past age.

I have taken to staying up until about 11:30 before deciding to begin my homework, foolishly enough, and am now earnestly practicing my handstands.

Apparently, one of the semi-symptoms of Aspburger's Syndrome (which I may or may not have some mild form of) is enjoying unusual relationships to gravity (which I do), along with hypermobility (which I definently have some of) and difficulty interacting in social situations (...yeah...).

My mom's side of the family gathered at our house last weekend to exchange Christmas presents. The electric kettle I received is a big hit at the parties I have been having alone in my room between the hours of "bedtime" and two. I absconded with a mug from downstairs and have been slowly eroding away at the seemingly bottomless supply of teabags that I habitually (e.g. compulsively) collect from hotel continental breakfasts and the like.

My right shoulder is an inch higher than my left until I can fit in a chiropractor appointment, which makes my left arm longer, which in turn throws me off balance.

I don't think I ever mentioned that I was playing the 'cello in a children's production of Cinderella. It's over now, anyway.

I have also decided that I will further the cause of the 'cello's coolty by putting an apostrophe before it in good old timey style as a reminder that it's short for violoncello.

I went on a laundry-folding rampage earlier, which sucked my evening dry and left the living room full of stacks of clean, folded clothes.

My spine feels out of alignment.

I came across this group's videos on youtube and have watched them between 10 and 12 times since. I bit my fingernails down to nubs the other day and started in on the skin around them, so now my fingers hurt and snag on things.

I took a bath last night and listened to my computer read the assigned reading for British Literature in its mechanical voice, which, for some reason, seems to be incapable of pronouncing the word "passed" normally.

The problem with baths it that the water grows temperate so swiftly. Were it not so, I would never come out.

The second piercings I put (or rather, had put) in my ears for my 17th birthday are technically past the 6 weeks required before I can change the studs out for something more interesting, but they kind of swell and pus and feel warm to the touch. Just a little. Not enough to prevent me from messing with them. Plus, the hole my left earlobe seems rather at an odd angle, making it nearly impossible to reinsert an earring--at least without it taking the better part of an hour.

I had a dentist appointment today, which means

1. I got a new toothbrush. Purple.
2. I got to play Mario on their Nintendo 64. That game, while literally as old as I am, is very special to me, evoking all kinds of fond memories of toothbrushes from years past.

My SAT score of 2050 is good enough to get an automatic $12000 scholarship to Whitworth. Huzzah! Now all I have to do is get accepted. Interestingly, Whitworth has none of the majors I'm interested in. Dance, Japanese... all woefully lacking. (I'm not a serious enough cellist to consider that as a major). The way I see it, however, is that I don't really know what I want to be when I grow up anyway, but I do know that I want to go to Whitworth. I guess I'll just take it from there.

Midnight. I guess I'd better start in on my homework.