Nonsense Ramblings.

It is way to early to be forced to put together coherent sentences. I find on my days off there are always plenty of things to be done, but I somehow always find myself bored, lying in bed doing nothing by three in the afternoon.

In the past six months I think I've lost whom I am well not so much lost, but changed drastically. About a week ago I went and cut off a good five to six inches of my hair. Something that I originally planned not to do. Then again I'm one of those people that needs change every couple months (with my appearance at least, I find that it gets dull and boring).

One of the ways I've been filling my nights is by learning bass. Joshy is teaching me and I got my first callas last week. I was pretty proud of myself. So the Bass Bug bit me pretty bad, now I want one (mom said maybe for my birthday, which would be the sweetest thing ever [I hope it's purple]). Also when I was cleaning my brother’s room last week, I found the acoustic that my mom and dad got him for Christmas last year. He only used it for a semester then put it in the closet. And me, being overly curious in many ways decided to pull it out to see if I could tune it. Well as I put it across my lap and discovered how badly it needed to be tuned I also notice that the headstock is busted. Which makes me sad (it's a really nice acoustic), so when my next paycheck rolls around (which is tomorrow ^_^) I'm taking it to get the headstock fixed and to get new strings. Every once and a while since I found it, I get this urge to take it and to just sit and become familiar with the strings and the tunes and the vibrations- then I remember that it's broken and has no strings. I'm taking at a sign that I really need to get on fixing it.

In eight days my mom, dad, grandma, (favorite) aunt Mary and Nanny are going to Ireland, for twelve days. Which is a really nice (for them T-T ), unfortunately though it means that I will be stuck at home for twelve days taking care of my brothers. Making sure they get out to school, that they get a lunch, bathed/showered, making sure they have dinner. Then making sure the house stays tidy and that I keep up with the dishes, laundry and yard work (I'm a fucking idiot and told mom that if she left money for plants I'd start working on the garden). I also have to some how put in a twenty-hour workweek between nine in the morning and three in the afternoon. Needless to say it's going to be along fucking twelve days and I better be getting nice things brought back for me. I'm trying to convince my mom that she needs to make out her will. And that "just leaving a note" that says I'm power of attorney and that I get everything, isn't really enough. In all seriousness I hope that I setting up her will is completely unnecessary.

I'm trying to make the next eight days as enjoyable as possible, seeing as this is my last weekend of freedom until the sixteenth of June. I'm going to make it a, me weekend. Visit some people I haven't seen in a while, get some stuff done; it really is going to be lovely.