Cause you could kick me hard if I was down, down, down, down...

For Christmas I received a violin. To fully understand the sentiment of this gift you have to know that for years while other children dreamt of 'susie talk's a lot', xbox's, or even ponies...all I have asked for and wanted was 'a violin'. So now...I have a beautiful 3 1/2 handcrafted musical instrument sitting in my study. That's right...sitting. Just chillin in the corner. I look at it occasionally to say hello and apologize to it. I mean, just because it's wood doesn't mean it does not have importance in this world...it speaks, just not in english. Now I sound crazy. Anyway, I have not touched the violin since the completion of winter break. You see, I have every intention to play a nice g, d, a, or e...but my life has recently been over-flooded with thousands upon thousands of little odd's and ends that, sadly, take precedence to my newly loved hobby...dishes. When you eat a sandwich and you're finished, you put the dirty plate in the sink. Glass of oj, dirty cup, sink. Fork, sink. Pan, sink. Strainer, lettuce cleaner, sink. If you don't do your dishes, they start to pile up. If you're obsessed with cleaning, but just haven't had the time, then it starts to kill you in more ways than one after a while...that made no sense, but just go with me here. I haven't done anything recently that I want to, that I love. I thought I had...but now it seems that they have turned sour and will soon become bittersweet. Already I don't know how I'm going to do it all...but have devoted my semester to so many things. I am slowly realizing that there will be very few moments to wash my dishes. I don't like things dirty. There will be very few moments of erica time for the next couple of months. There will be very few moments of school time, work time, friend time...dare I even say music time. So far it has already snowballed. You know those days when you think that the whole world is just out to get you? I had one of those today...Actually I have had a whole week like this. Every day something extreme and significant has happened and it only becomes worse and worse. I really feel I was supposed to die this week in some form or another. In short my week started out like this: I was hit by a car. Not me in my car...me, myself as a person was hit by a car when I was walking. What's worse, the driver didn't know I was on her car after she rammed me...On top of all that, after I dragged myself off the car...she drove away. She drove away. She just drove away. This my friends, is what we call an idiot. In short, I don't know if my life is a movie in the making or just a crap shoot week in need of organization and a serious hot tea before bed. I just hope that by the end of the semester this awkward uneasy feeling you get when you're in a new place and you feel you don't belong...just a new funny situation, goes away. song of the day: Shadow on the Wall by Brandi Carlile