|No, it can't be... orange!?|
|Whew, no worries. not orange. Not really.|
|I never could figure out what that says... Breton? Maybe? Who knows.|
It isn't orange, it's not, I swear! Okay, so maybe a teensy bit, in certain light, but no. Not my Erik! Not orange.
Shut up. Yes, my violin has a name, and that is Erik. Now stop laughing!
[It's in reference to the fantastical musical genius from The Phantom of the Opera, in case you were wondering.]
Anyhow, I got dressed only so I'd look presentable when my grandparents arrived (they're visiting for a whole month, huzzah!), and spent the rest of the day in my pyjamas... Lazy, lazy Shayli! But tomorrow I have a spifftastic outfit planned out because I'm going down-town with some friends. A break in the monotony of summer - hallelujah!
PS - I mentioned my violin in this post, so that's why there are pictures and whatnot. Just thought you'd like to be introduced to the subject of my ramblings :)
PPS - I wish I had more interesting musings on music - musings on music, d'you like that? - or something, but I'm really quite exhausted. I know that's no excuse, but I only get to see my grandparents once a year at most, so I consider that something slightly more important to put my energy towards. Still, no excuse! I promise (sorta) to have something (maybe) interesting (perhaps) to say tomorrow.