"You'll never have to ask,

I'll give you my sweet grass. I'm gonna mesmerize your ass."

Ahahaha. I love song lyrics, really, because half the time, they make no sense. And I truly, truly love things in life that are nonsensical. It is even a fantastic word!

Cirque du Soleil was nice. I think I am going to keep playing the cello forever, because I love it and because it is beautiful and because it is my only personal connection to anything artistic. I really actually like when people ask me if, since I go to Herron, I am an artist. I think it is nice that they think I just might have that type of talent, when in all actuality, I do not. Sadly.

I've been thinking about that "10,000 hours to become a master" comment Jakob made the other day nonstop. It made me really excited, because I started to think of all the things I would like to be a master at.

1. The cello. This is a priority. There is nothing more lovely than a cello played well.
2. Opera singing. I think this would jovial and fun. Who doesn't want to be able to sing opera?
3. The harmonica. I am thinking this will only take about 5,000 hours, since there isn't too much to it. But maybe I have no idea...
4. Tap dancing. Everyone did it when he/she was four, so why did it die out? It was enjoyable for a reason. You make sounds with you feet and smile to jazz music.
5. Whittling. Think of all the fun figurines I could carve. I also decided yesterday that I will one day make my own cello. This may be useful in this craft.
6. Running. Does this even qualify? I don't think my body has the capability to be a master runner.
7. Boxing. 'Nuf said.
8. Flower breeding. I could crossbreed all sorts of beautiful plants and name them after my favorite people in the world, and then open my own little shop in Switzerland to sell them under the psuedonym Ida Bean.

That's about all I have thus far. We'll see. It should grow tremendously. But the exciting thing is, with modern technology, I just might live long enough to master some of these for real! I could be a ninety-year-old tap dancing whittler who sings opera to pass the time. And this, I think, is incentive enought to grow up, something I have been dreading terribly lately.

I hope you are feeling better. It is a relief to hear you do not have mono. Have a lovely time cleaning your room, and I will talk to you very soon.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDREA!