>dedadoodah

>If you’ve ever been to my house, or been on the phone with a member of our household on the hour, then you’ve probably heard our clocks. There is the little one on the TV cabinet that bongs on the hour and dings on the half hour. And there is also the grandfather clock, which makes some sort of noise every fifteen minutes. I’m completely used to all this noise, and no, it doesn’t wake me up at night (anymore). I find the ticking to be quite soothing.

Lately the big clock’s bongs have been quieter than normal. The dedadoodahs leading up to the bongs are regular volume though. Mother thinks this is a huge problem. I, on the other hand don’t mind it so much. You can talk and still be heard while it’s bonging now. I don’t know why this is such a big deal, but it’s been quite the topic of conversation at our house lately.

I need to get out of the house. Studying is driving me mad. Mom just used the word “crack-ilicious”. Even in my study overload state of brain, it doesn’t make sense.

In other news, the more I listen to this Sufjan album the more in love with it I become. It’s so soothing and wonderful and appropriate for studying. Hoorah.