Looks like this note is typed, with only my index finger too! I cracked my nail on my right thumb, and even though I found out you can use an iPhone with a bandaid, it just seems faster to use one finger. I just wanted to type something, so... I know, I can turn this into a blog post. I've been wanting to re-activate my ameba. Yeah the app is a little clunky but I can figure it out. Making posts is simple enough, but I really want to work on my Japanese again. I think I should start doing my own translations of songs with poor ones. I always love translating a song; it helps me better understand not only the lyrics, but Japanese... I guess you could say syntax? even though it varies in music a lot. Not looking forward to those songs (;´Д` ) But I'm sure I can do it. For those of you that haven't guessed, yes, I'm trying to kill time with this post. I should be getting sleepy in half an hour, if I'm lucky... Guess this is going to be a long entry. I wish I could listen to music right now without repercussions to be honest. But I'm out of things to say... I always loved the idea of "lessons" since I read about them in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and I have something that might qualify as one:
There was once a man who lived in Leeds
He filled his garden full of seeds
And when the seeds began to grow
It was like a garden filled with snow
And when the snow began to melt
It was like a ship without a belt
And when the ship began to sail
It was like a bird without a tail
And when the bird began to fly
It was like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky began to roar
It was like a lion at my door
And when my door began to crack
It was like a penknife in my back
And when my back began to bleed
I was dead, dead, dead indeed!
I'm not sure of the original author, but it's from a scary stories book from my childhood. It's getting a movie soon and I'm terrified... For some reason, I've memorized that poem so perfectly. The rhyming and pacing help, since I generally recount it aloud, so. I'd look up the origin of that poem if that book weren't the scariest thing that's fictitious that's ever been a part of my life, lots of Americans in my generation will agree. I just scrolled up and it seems I've written a lot... funny the only time I got interrupted was while trying to recall a poem. Hmm... almost 2am, finally starting to get cold in this room. I can't stand sleeping when it's hot. But hey, that's probably enough from me for now. I'll queue up this post later - I'm going to play Solitaire. (^-')b