Sundays

So, here is the essence of my day so far:



sleep.
hot tea with honey.
flour tortillas.
robatussin.
being in denial that it looks so gloomy outside.
a warm blanket.
"The Lightning Thief."
piano music.
leggings.
my dog Anna.
and socks.


I would have gone to church this morning because I had bell practice at 9:00 (which i was looking forward to), BUT when I woke up this morning, I felt awful. ...stupid cold. My throat hurts, my nose hurts, my ears hurt, my head hurts, my coughs are pathetic. You know those kind of coughs that are legit, the ones that make you think "man, that person is really sick. Poor thing." Well, mine are not like that. It is just like I have an inevitable tickle in my throat. I really do not like the wintertime. The gloominess of the day is not making me feel any better.
The summer is just a time of overall well-being. I cannot wait until my freckles are back.
I am reading "The Lightning Thief" and so far, the story has been very interesting. However, if you are looking for a book to really catch your attention and alter your way of thinking, check out "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer. BEST BOOK EVER. (In my opinion at least. You may think of it to be completely pointless. I would hope otherwise though.)
I learned some more Arabic. "Bella habin" is what "Don't be stupid" sounds like. That is not how you spell it though. "BELLA HABIN. BELLA HABIN. BELLA HABIN."
Anyways, I am off to sleep some more, drink some more tea, read some more book, and concentrate of becoming more motivated to apply for scholarships.
P.s. I really can't wait for the ACT scores to come back. I feel like I conquered it yesterday. We'll see.

With much love. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday. Ma'assalama!