... let's finally speak of other thing, yeah? This is me. Updating my journal.
Oh yes, the computer was fixed a couple of months ago by yours truly. Yes, I was ridiculously proud of myself for a couple of weeks after that.

So... Summer holidays are really, really nice. I'm feeling somewhat lacking socially since I'm not actually mourning the classmates of three years that I've now left, but I suppose I could play it off as maturity. It's not the end of the world. Yet. (I'm guessing sometime during November*...)

I went to music camp just like last year, and it was even more awesome. We played some great music, and things actually sounded good for the most part. I learned a lot, since I had to play the viola - on cello, mind you - and also because I sat way up front, which means I had the unspoken task of, along with my neighbour, make sure all the other cellists knew what they were doing. It was the first time ever I've felt like I had too many notes in my head to think straight, but I loved it, and the callouses on my fingers were definitely worth it, painful as they were.
Of course, I sort of wasted them when I spent the next five days with ~Minilena and ~luinathiel's family on Gräsö. But hey, what are callouses when you've got Disney**? And I sort of made up for it with all the mad bass and drum playing in Guitar Hero (which was seriously awesome, too).

And then I got home, and settled down nicely in front of the computer. >_>
After a few hours of DMC3, I got this strange, overpowering urge to play the Sims, and so I am now the proud owner of a very gay neighbourhood. And oh yes, I'm having way too much fun designing houses and other whatnots, but I'm also finding myself to be annoyingly symmetrical in my house designing... I'm counting spaces between windows, and every bed has at least two bedtables. And then there are the potted plants, and the lava lamps...
I can't remember ever being to meticulous on that point, so I suppose it might have something to do with my interest in art.

Oh yes, that's sort of also coming along. It seems that I was correct. Stress equals very dead creativity. I'm a happy bunny now, yes I am.

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*Two words: IB programme.
**"Ooh, I love it when I'm nasty." I Ratigan.
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