Sleeping eventually...
I had the absolute worst time getting out of bed this afternoon. I went to class and all after just a few hours of sleep, but I had the great (read: horrible) idea of taking a nap. It sucked. I hated walking to choir with the fiery burning passion of a thousand sweaty soldiers. Ooh, that reminds me, I love House!!! I watched an episode last night with Boho that was weird, but good.
So, I feel ugly and disgusting. That's actually okay because I'm going to remedy that by taking a spinning class at the Y for the rest of the term. I also want to take a core strengthening class, but I'm terrified.
My classes look good this term. I'm taking two music history classes with visiting ethnomusicologist Peter Marsh. What an interesting man. I see him as a sort of puppy dog. An interestingly awkward and endearing and still incredibly intelligent puppy dog. I'm hoping the classes turn out well. I really want to throw myself into my work this term. I'm tired of half-assing it. I sat next to Prof Biringer today. That was actually fun. He's a really nice man. I wish I had put more effort into his class last year.
Lastly, I hate boys... again. I hate that I like them. I really wish I did not like other people. I mean, secretly I am kinda misanthropic, but I really wish I didn't crush on folk. Some guys are really nice, or at least they appear so. And then, you don't have a life anymore. I just want to be myself, focus on my schoolwork this term and not worry about boys at all.
Ooh, speaking of boys, I hung out with Remi a bit after Meg's recital tonight. He's really kinda funny. I'm starting to be less afraid of him. I really hope Paris and I can go to Paris this summer. We just have to. I really need to quit my mom's job. I don't think I can do it. Oh, I hope she's not upset with me.
So, I feel ugly and disgusting. That's actually okay because I'm going to remedy that by taking a spinning class at the Y for the rest of the term. I also want to take a core strengthening class, but I'm terrified.
My classes look good this term. I'm taking two music history classes with visiting ethnomusicologist Peter Marsh. What an interesting man. I see him as a sort of puppy dog. An interestingly awkward and endearing and still incredibly intelligent puppy dog. I'm hoping the classes turn out well. I really want to throw myself into my work this term. I'm tired of half-assing it. I sat next to Prof Biringer today. That was actually fun. He's a really nice man. I wish I had put more effort into his class last year.
Lastly, I hate boys... again. I hate that I like them. I really wish I did not like other people. I mean, secretly I am kinda misanthropic, but I really wish I didn't crush on folk. Some guys are really nice, or at least they appear so. And then, you don't have a life anymore. I just want to be myself, focus on my schoolwork this term and not worry about boys at all.
Ooh, speaking of boys, I hung out with Remi a bit after Meg's recital tonight. He's really kinda funny. I'm starting to be less afraid of him. I really hope Paris and I can go to Paris this summer. We just have to. I really need to quit my mom's job. I don't think I can do it. Oh, I hope she's not upset with me.