escapades of a musical narniac

Well, it took nearly all day, but I have finally triumphed over my computer. Now it's actually doing stuff the way it's supposed to now! *Happy dance*

Today during school I came across the word "pacifist", and it reminded me, once again, of the tragedy that is my lack of the Voyage of the Dawn Treader soundtrack. I have had the music that plays while Reep and Eustace are dueling on the deck stuck in my head for the past ten minutes, and, though I just realized that I can simply go find it on YouTube to listen to or something, it'd be nice to be able to just pop the CD in and give it a listen, ya know?

Which leads me to my discovery of the day: I am fascinated with albums. It's true. I got this really nice briefcase-type thing that stores up to three hundred sixty-something CDs in it for my birthday, and I happened to notice how empty it still is. I suppose that I've been taking such advantage of things like iTunes that I forgot the pride and joy of hunting down an album and buying it. I think that I'm going to start collecting albums instead of just buying MP3s. I'm going old-fashioned!

Even moreso old-fashioned, I've managed to uncover all of our old cassette tapes in the bottom of the game closet. Of course, I'll have a jolly time of trying to find a cassette player to actually give them a listen on, but I've found through a bit of nostalgia that they're an important part of my childhood, therefore I am going to make the attempt. I like finding things from when I was younger. It's like finding an autobiography of things you've forgotten.

My mom went out and bought a Family Game Night game for the Wii yesterday, and, so far, my younger sister has managed to beat me every time we play Clue, which my entire family and I find pretty humerous. I pulled off beating her at Life last night (in which I eloped with this dude who serendipitously looked strikingly like a certain adoreable Brit I know of, had one baby boy whom I dubbed Soren Lorenson, and enjoyed life in the lap of luxury in a 800,000 dollar mansion with two maids named Ivy and Margaret before retiring to Countryside Acres and collecting 5,000 big ones every time someone spun a "5"), but I suppose that digital board games are not my forte. Which is actually a good thing, because I have loads more fun playing and losing than I do winning, as you can probably tell, haha. Only the losers actually win.

I enjoy things with a backstory and personal meaning, so I have decided a specific time during which I will pray for Skandar every single day. I chose 4:05PM, and here is why:

London's time, where he lives, is five hours ahead of ours. So, at 4:05 here, it is 9:05 over there. Skandar was born on September 5th, otherwise known as 9/5. So, in conclusion, in order to pray for the rebirthing of a person, I've decided to pray for them on a time that reflects their physical birthday, so if anyone ever asks me why I pray at that specific time, I have this nifty little backstory to tell them. And, if I can get into the habit of it, and since some people put the day first, I'll pray twice a day, once at 4:05 (for 9:05) and then another at 12:09 (for 5:09). That would be TWICE as nifty!

And, as a final silly tidbit, I have renamed one of the shortcuts on my computer desktop to "Shortcut to Mushrooms", though it actually leads to my unused desktop shortcuts.

Mmm. I love mushrooms.


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