I'm fourteen now. :D

I have been since last night when I posted, but... I needed a title and nothing else was offering itself up to me. I'm not going to detail every single minute of yesterday 'cause frankly, it wasn't a very thrilling day. Which is just how I like it. No anxiety over getting friends sorted out and events planned, no pressure to seem exceedingly grateful in front of tons of people. I spent most of my birthday on the internet with friends. I love my internet friends so darn much, I've known most of them for over a year, and I'd much rather spend my birthday with them than with anyone I know at school, to be honest.

Aside from that, I also played piano like mad. Going on vacation for a week really set me back, and I couldn't get anything mastered at all. I could tell my teacher was disappointed, even though she knew I had an excuse. We spent most of the lesson playing Sonatina II together, me doing one hand and her the other, which was not how I wanted to spend the lesson. I only have to learn hands together for what we'd already covered, thankfully, it'll be nice to have a week where I'm not drowning in piano homework. My mother insists it's not homework; piano isn't a class in school, but I treat it as such. A fun class, yes, but a class none the less. When we played Psycho, she said I had the notes down but not the rhythm. This is because the rhythm makes no logical sense, the syncopation is the most confusing thing I've had to play yet. Of course, I've been playing for less than three months, so it's not as though I've encountered much. My teacher made me sing the first little chorus type thing with her, which I could be persuaded to do, since one couldn't really hear me very well along with the piano and her. But then she abruptly stopped singing, and made me carry on. Which was no fun. I don't sing in front of people I haven't known since... birth. I'll sing in front of my family. I'll even, occasionally, sing in front of my extended family. But anyone else? No way.

My mother claims she called me a joy to teach at the end of my sister's lesson, but it certainly didn't feel like it then. I was stressed out over piano all day, and to no avail. I'll have to practice more this week.

After eating dinner with my family, I opened the presents various relatives had sent me. I don't know that anyone wants to know or care the details of this, but I'll digress a little to say that Steve Burns' album is jawdroppingly amazing, and if you've ever even sort of liked one of his singles, the whole thing is worth getting. Plus, the album art is so whimsical and pretty. I also downloaded some stuff off of iTunes last night - why on earth do they not have Frente, of all bands?! They had Pond - and so now my iPod is considerably fuller. Which is always nice. My parents gave me cash and told me I could buy anything with it, so I want to go down to that record exchange. Stuff is cheap there. And, on top of that, they had a Love Battery album besides Dayglo, so that makes them worth visiting pretty much every day.

I've gotten about seven hours of sleep between last night and the night before because, for some reason, I keep waking myself up early. Summer is in full swing, and I love it. If only writing camp wasn't going to come. I'm really dreading writing camp. It's not so much that I'm anxious - although, of course, I am, I hate sharing work - I just don't want to devote my days to something I don't want to do. I don't like meeting large groups of people. I don't like meeting people much older than me. I need to get over it, since high school is kind the eppitome of that, but it's not easy for me.

I want to write some fanfiction, but I don't know what to write. Maybe I'll pick up one of my long term stories, the ones that I dropped to work on one shots and other dalliances.

This is really short, but I don't know what else to say. Better than nothing at all, I suppose.

Music as of late has been the CD's I got yesterday, and a bunch of other scattered things. Some Love Battery, as always. Quite a bit of Lily Allen. My love for Tears For Fears has increased with a slight addiction to the song 'Pale Shelter'. I was listening to Bikini Kill yesterday, but not for long. I simply wasn't in the mood. I wonder, if a riot girl folk band is possible. If one is ever invented, I'll polish my skill at something and join, 'cause it sounds like the coolest thing ever. I listened to Seaweed, Moist, and some Pond yesterday too. Basically, quite a few things, but nothing exceptionally notable. I want a Frente album now, but the one I really want - the one with Sweet and Same on it - has only three songs. The trouble with indie bands is that they release all kinds of odd stuff that is not a full length album. They have such a catchy folky pop sound though, they ought to have more publicity than they do, and they ought to make more full length albums.

I think that's about all I have to say, today.