I know this love is passing time, passing through like liquid
I've rather resigned to skipping solo rehearsal tomorrow morning. It's not particularly required...I'll work much better in private, I assure myself.
Complete and total awakeness haunts me now...I'm excpecting exhaustion to creep up soon but am unsure of when.
Today was highly eventful, lengthy, and stimulating...
orch sub=lumberjack=we didn't get anything done=better than eskola.
I wish people listened to me more. Like in orch for example. I'm way more knowledgeable on how we should be doing things than most in that class are, seeing as though most of them are pretty much toddlers. I can not wait to be rescued from that hell hole. Dear Lord.
I'm really sore and achy. Neck, back, twitching facial muscles. Either I'm on the brink of seizure or I'm getting sick. Unsure of which.
I'm sort of superbly amped for the gig tomorrow night, seeing as though there are tons of people at this one and they all truly care about what we're doing. Ice cream/Pride and Prej party afterwards=? Mighty though the temptation is...we shall have to see.
I have the chills presently. Could sitting in a bug for like two hours cause such a symptom?
And perhaps walking on the lakewalk with only a jean jacket...oh yeah, maybe.
We're not doing anything in school right now. Seriously, all of a sudden it's like dead air...lecture, lecture, notes, notes, entry, entry, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem...
I wish I could have CWN'd somebody tonight.
Schindler's List is truly stunning. Why must we massacre it?
self memo for the day #1: I don't have any doormat tendencies anymore. They've been fully expunged.
self memo for the day #2: the epiphany entry I wrote a night or two ago relived itself to me today around lunch time
self memo for the day #3: rent and watch girl with a pearl earring.
my nose is beginning to sniffle. oh bother.
Complete and total awakeness haunts me now...I'm excpecting exhaustion to creep up soon but am unsure of when.
Today was highly eventful, lengthy, and stimulating...
orch sub=lumberjack=we didn't get anything done=better than eskola.
I wish people listened to me more. Like in orch for example. I'm way more knowledgeable on how we should be doing things than most in that class are, seeing as though most of them are pretty much toddlers. I can not wait to be rescued from that hell hole. Dear Lord.
I'm really sore and achy. Neck, back, twitching facial muscles. Either I'm on the brink of seizure or I'm getting sick. Unsure of which.
I'm sort of superbly amped for the gig tomorrow night, seeing as though there are tons of people at this one and they all truly care about what we're doing. Ice cream/Pride and Prej party afterwards=? Mighty though the temptation is...we shall have to see.
I have the chills presently. Could sitting in a bug for like two hours cause such a symptom?
And perhaps walking on the lakewalk with only a jean jacket...oh yeah, maybe.
We're not doing anything in school right now. Seriously, all of a sudden it's like dead air...lecture, lecture, notes, notes, entry, entry, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem, poem...
I wish I could have CWN'd somebody tonight.
Schindler's List is truly stunning. Why must we massacre it?
self memo for the day #1: I don't have any doormat tendencies anymore. They've been fully expunged.
self memo for the day #2: the epiphany entry I wrote a night or two ago relived itself to me today around lunch time
self memo for the day #3: rent and watch girl with a pearl earring.
my nose is beginning to sniffle. oh bother.