'tis knife-throwing season! Throwing knives in the house is frowned upon by my roommates for some weird reason. And now it's getting warm! Yay.
the phrygian scale.
figuring out a way to make my thinking process more efficient, and magically somehow implementing it, and even-more-magically maintaining it in a way that doesn't take MORE effort, thereby negating the whole purpose.... blargh. If it's possible to be "bad at thinking," I really, really am.
Also, maxi dresses. So comfy. So pretty. So flattering. So afforadable. Hooray.