Friday, January 21, 2011

All photo credit should go to myself, just because, well, I took the picture. Just saying.

Currently, there is snow on the ground, so this picture could be counted as misleading, but those leaves are real and from sometime earlier when I could still go outside without a sweater on without freezing to death!

Been an off-season for my blogging and such, maybe it's school, maybe it's my exams next week. Maybe it's my playing of flute recently. Seriously, as a flute-player, I often find myself lightheaded; bringing on less thought process and getting lazier and not comprehending simple things.

Perhaps it's having a boyfriend? Maybe it's that the girl I have been calling my sister who had been living in my house is going back to her original country, not sure. All I know is that I am tired for once.
It's a funny occurrence, actually. I had never been tired last year, but then again, I only got up around 9 am last year, this year is three hours earlier and staying up until the dead hours of night trying to get to sleep or listening to silly, teen (well, Shannon) music. Mom says I may have a low Iron level, but whatever.

Now here is what I have done for fun as a rebellious teenager in past not so far away. Math. Pthhhbbtthth. I take that and BANG! But anyway, other hobbies include the brand new and flourishing knitting of a blue scarf. I believe the pattern turned out to be knit 9 rows, pearl 1. Looks good so far, should be putting up pictures if I ever finish it!

Regardless, I'm tired as nothing else. I feel like a sloth.


Call of the Wild

Recently, I have been listening to Call of the Wild on my ipod while riding the bus to and fro from school. The book was written by Jack London.

At first, I didn't really get it, but then realised that it was all about this one dog: Buck. Now, At times, I would be sitting there wringing my hands in anticipation of what would happen next, but then have to get off the bus to go to class or something silly like that. Or perhaps it would be my friend started to talk to me, so I would press pause and wind up my headphones again, and wait until I could listen to it next.

It had taken a little time to get into the writing style, but I'm thinking I'll go back and listen to it again to pick up all the details I missed, but I can tell you one thing, I loved this one sled dog that Buck was put into a group with. Buck being a dog himself, he was large and with an unbreakable spirit. Personally, my favourite dog from it all was Dave, what with him being so relaxed and to himself, he reminded me of my friend's dog who I had adored.

All together, I liked the book and would have possibly wanted to have seen more violence, but that's just me. Again, this would be a book challenge book! I give it a good thumbs-up and can't wait to get my hands on a paper copy.