Guess what...okay, before I spill the beans, I must apologize for posting so many times today. :P I really am over excited and now I have even more news to tell that is about to cause me to literally burst with happiness!!
I got a new computer! Yes yes, close your mouth, I'll give you a chance to stop gawking like that :P Indeed, the retailer had a sale on computers and so I was able to get one! It's beautiful...Vista, Windows 7, Sony (white interior and exterior)...I'm very thrilled! Unfortunately, the only thing dampening my enjoyment is the lump in my stomach. Yes...remember I said my mom was baking today? Well...the result of every baking ordeal usually is lots of goodies laid out across the counter. :P Being the way I am, I think I over-enjoyed the sweet goodness, and the flour's in the cookies were heavy flours...soooo, now I'm paying for it with a tummy ache XD
Okay, the real reason I'm back (aside from telling you that I'm writing this from my new computer) is that I wanted to give my description story-telling a shot. I'm looking at a beautiful scene outside the window right now and I want to give a go at describing it (even if I do fail miserably).
Sunlight dances down through the branches of the tall cedars. It caresses the leaves of the cherry tree, causing a warm brown glow to emanate from the bark. Birds chirp noisily; they perch on branches and sing songs of a melody so rich in tone even the deer stop to listen. Shadows fall softly behind the sentinels, the trees in their long watchmen adornment. A little brook bubbles cheerily in the background. Its blue, cold water foams and happily gurgles between the rocks as the pools fill and empty continuously with its freshness. Look! A warbler perches on a tiny branch, puffing out his chest with pride as he coos to his mate. His yellow breast reflects the sunlight; such a lovely pair they make, like king and queen. A cricket strums his strings behind some unknown bush, playing a ferociously fast harmony that adds colour to the opera of life. Softly, oh so softly, a wind brushes through the trees from the mountaintops. It stops at each guardian, cooling and calming only to rush off as silently as it had come. The forest calls Him, beckoning its Creator time and again to look down and smile.
News: Since April of last year I have managed to accomplish several monumental things in my studies, but I update you now to tell you that three nights ago I had the best sleep since I last visited my aunt's house (years ago) and probably will never have another good sleep like it for years to come *nods sagely*.
--12 March 2017 --
Quote: I really dislike how glasses slide down your nose impetuously when you're glaring down at your unfinished work. -Me