All of the above may or may not be the reason for my extended absence from the world of Blogger.
Pinterest may also have had a strong hand in this.
And Netflix and Facebook.
Senior year. I honestly never believed I would make it this far, though I didn't ever really have an alternative in mind. But I am at the brink of adulthood, freedom and enormous responsibility. While I am planning on living at home for however long I feel led to, I am looking with trepidation and excitement towards what is around the bend. We shall see what happens...college? Teaching certificate? Job? All options are open.
I am enjoying the actual school work of this year (except the math. Always except the math)--most of which is quite voluntary and not required, since I actually have enough credits to graduate--and I love the class of people I spend time with every week. We don't always agree on the fundamentals, but the fact that we're all able to remain friends and get along is a real delight.
The BBC. Downton Abbey, Sherlock, Doctor Who....I'm loving all of them. British television, even the "corniest" has masses more substance than American. As they say--Britain produced a magical channel (the BBC) full of magical shows (Sherlock, Dr. Who, Downton Abbey, etc)...and all America could seem to come up with was 'Honey Boo-Boo' and 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians.'
I must say, this Pinterest thing has helped in the therapy following the end of S2 of Sherlock. I am glad to know that I am not the only victim of the psychological phenomenon known as "Moffat Trauma." (Trauma experienced at the merciless hand of the televised writings of Steven Moffat.)
After seeing the play when it came through town last year, and hearing all my friends talk about the movie soon to premiere, anticipation began to build within me. After seeing this film, I was completely sold, and am now an enormous fanatic. The story is an amazing one of redemption and legalism vs grace, I would have never guess that those actors could carry a tune, and Eddie Redmayne has ruined my life. I have always been known to my family as a "robot," never crying at key emotional parts of films---but I seem to have been cured of this insensitivity during the course of this 3-hour movie. My face was basically converted into a waterfall. That's a piece of golden cinema right there.
Let's just start this by saying that driving in Texas is a challenge. Driving in my hometown is absolutely terrifying. The ratio of smart drivers to dumb drivers is just a little on the unfavorably-weighted side...and the freeway? Sometimes I wonder about the IQ and critical thinking of some of those engineers involved in the creation of our roads.
Other and Miscellaneous
Well, in this topic....not sure what I could say! I still teach/play violin, I'm still single (though just lately coming to the full realization that I'm content with it--right now. More to come), still homeschooled, still fiercely Texan, still an Anglophile (interesting mix, I know), still Mexican, still in love with chocolate and coffee--still me.
However, I am looking forward to a life that is more disciplined and includes more blogging! I have missed it dearly, however it may have looked by my absence on this blog.