Spring returns with balmy zephyrs softly breathed,
April the young and gay with flowers wreathed,
The waves are stilled,
The clouds in showers descending while nymphs and jocund shepherds' songs are blending,
Now feathered songsters among the groves are flying,
From bough to bough with tuneful voice replying,
With evening shades slience is falling,
Morning returns, the song of joy recalling.
That is my probably my favorite madrigal ever. Anyway, sorry for not having written in such a long time.
Branson was a good trip, I think. I don't feel like posting my whole trip wrap-up again, so I'll just say it was a good time and leave it at that.
One of my sister's friends was killed in a car accident yesterday afternoon, so the mood here at the moment is pretty bleak. It's not one I knew very well, but it's still a sad thing.
My dad leaves for Taiwan on Monday. It'll be so weird to not have a dad around here for almost three weeks. Hopefully, my mom and I will be able to do it without fighting. We don't usually fight, though.
Prom is next Saturday! I'm very excited about that, and I think Nikki is, too.
So that's it for now.
Yeah Prom!