blog of 3's.

Three things that make me smile:
1) Puddles. Which means rain, and the amazing smell rain has. The fresh, yet old familiar smell of rain. The puddles on the ground that form, that you can splash in gumboots, or drive through, and laugh hysterically when you "accidentally" hit a pedestrian walking by. The childlike emotion of excitement during the rain. Dancing in the rain, and splashing in the puddles. And, the way "puddle" sounds. What a fantastic word.
2) My Dog Nog. His brown curly hair, and his funny wagging tail. The way he throws his head back when he barks, and sounds so excited to have me home. The way he greets me at the door, and needs to tell me all about his day. I love the way he stands on his back legs, and dances. He spins in circles balancing on his hind legs, and it is great. He cuddles me at night, and more often than not, decides to take up most of the space on my pillow, sometimes resorting to the room on my pillow which I refer to as my head. He reads with my at night, and prefers the girly books the best. His favourite right now is the Shopaholic series. He also likes to read emails with me. He sits on my lap most of the time. He likes pop, and gets shaky excited over rootbeer, which is clearly his favourite. I love nog, he is friendly, and cute, and everyone else thinks he stinks like shit, but I love him. And I think love masks the smell.
3) My piano. It has a gazzilion keys (I counted) and they have the greatest feel to them. It is such a different piano from others I have played before. It has a weird deep sound to it, but still sounds like a "normal" piano. I have spent some of my happiest, and my saddest moments at this piano. I play and I feel free from whatever is happening at the moment. And I always leave the piano bench feeling good. Even if it takes a few hours to feel better, or satisfied, I wait.


Three things I could live without:
1) Blarg. Fast food. It is my arch nemisis. It makes my stomach so upset, but it tastes so good when I eat it. What a terrible way to go. Its no good for calories, and for all that other unhealthy jazz, but worst for my stomach and the rest of my digestive system.
2) curly hair. Man I wish my hair was straight. Straightening is so much a waste of time.
3) Spicy food. I like food with spices, that has flavour, and i can feel my tongue the next day. plain and simple.


Three of my fears:

1) Tornadoes. They pretty much sound like the scariest thing ever. The wind, and the rain, and the thunder. The power one holds to destroy a home in seconds terrifies me. Everything I love and have known my whole life could be gone.

2) Birds/ flying objects. The flying things that fly and are unpredictable. Aka birds, butterflies, dragonflies, wasps, bees, and flying sorcerors.

3) Being on my death bed, not feeling a sense of completion, like I haven’t finished living. Like I could have done more.


Three of my accomplishments:

1) I achieved my goal to sing in the most incredible choir. It has given me so much. It has made me grow, and learn. I have met some pretty incredible people over my lifetime, alot to be credited towards this choir. I met my first love, I met conductors, and musicians, and composers that inspire me everyday. I have made friends, and some not-so-friendly people. I have learned to sing, learned to harmonize, and learn how to be me. I feel so at home at choir, with the ups and downs. It might not be my favourite place all the time, and I complain about how hard it is, or the silly drama any group has, but this is my place. My place to make friends, to share music, to share love, and to be like a second family. Its my place to ask for help, for comfort, or for a hand to hold. Its my place. And it took me many years to learn enough to get in, and to also get old enough to get in. And I DID IT!!!

2) I travelled to Africa, all on my own. I stayed with a family, but I did something that scared the living hell out of me- all on my own. I flew in a plane by myself, I sat in airports by myself. I made my own friends, took my own classes, and worked. I had the best time of my life. I wanted to do something that was scary and new. I wanted to be challenged, and to rely on myself, to know that I could do it. And guess what... I DID IT!!!

3) I made it to grade 12. Enough said. What a ridiculous journey. Barf.