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it's not march
It's June. If you asked me what month every month has felt like recently, it would be March. Whenever I change the date on my computer in order to continue using a trial copy of Paint Shop Pro that expired in December, I almost always click on "March" before the actual month when changing the date back. It's somewhat amusing but perhaps a little strange.
The weather has yet to turn especially warm although it has its moments. There's a wonderful cool breeze blowing at the moment. The leaves on the big tree that I can see out of my bedroom window are rustling, just like the small trees around it. It sounds odd to refer to the trees as "small" as they are far from small but in comparison to the large tree, they are. Rather oddly, it has just started to rain. I'm resisting the urge to stick my hand out of the window I opened. I don't imagine it will rain for long. The air smells so fresh.
Last night, it was hot and I couldn't sleep. The air felt hot and I just couldn't get comfortable. To sit here almost twelve hours later and watch the rain fall and breath the clean air is so refreshing. I think the rain is light now. You can barely see it and the noise it was making as it fell is no longer audible.
I have decided that I procrastinate too much during the week to have anything remotely interesting to say so I shall just have to collate all of my thoughts of the week and post them all at once.
Rachelle bought a notebook for me when she went to Arizona. I like it as it has "Putto's Kiss" (William Bouguereau) on the front and back. I had printed out a picture of it and glued it into my planner several weeks before she went to the USA. I thought it was lovely how she remembered.
Until last night, the notebook remained empty. However, after scouring numerous web sites for quotes, it now has text inside of it. Below, are the quotes:
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
"Writing is the socially acceptable form of schizophrenia."
"Be obscure clearly."
"Every writer I know has trouble writing."
"A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the other one."
"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
I anticipate writing other quotes inside of it when I am able to find others that I like. I am contemplating copying out some poems that I am fond of as well. The notebook has morphed from an empty vessel into a ship full of words. And I, for one, couldn't be more thrilled.
I have just had an epiphany. I write about everything that is neither interesting nor special. It would probably be of more use if I wrote about my day but I don't think that I will.