le sigh
Current Mood: 
annoyed
Current Music: "Something About Us" - Daft Punk
Why does it never fucking end? And why am I so damn nice about it? I really am too nice for my own good.
There's a great guy in my life, but there's somebody else on my mind. I used to have a huge crush on him about 3 years ago, and it must be my automatic "crush" radar (yes, I still have it when I'm 21, going on 22 in a week) to just be...incredibly attracted to him again. Nothing I would ever pursue (and if you know who I'm talking about, highly unlikely but maybe, shut up). There's just something about music people that make me feel really inferior.
Doesn't just show up in my stinking personality. People don't know that I don't feel good enough to be called an adequate musician. Everybody spent so much time preparing awesome audition pieces from Mozart and Verdi and countless lessons studying their arias and art songs. Me? I went in, no pianist, sang "The Power of Love" by Celine Dion and "At Last" by Etta James (to display both range and versatility), sped out of my audition, and 2 days later am accepted. There must be a fluke in the system.
Never dated a music person, probably never will. I would never feel good enough for them anyways.
Sigh.
This senior portfolio can go kiss my ass. I just spend, what...*thinks* 3 hours organizing the damn thing. I've got to order it and then write the stuff that is required on the outline. How long is it going to take her to look at it? 2 damn minutes. Sigh.
I have 3 full post-its full of stuff to do within the next...6 days. Started and/or finished in 6 days, really. 4 things are scratched off. So that leaves...15 more to go. KILL ME.
So goes the senior life, I guess.
annoyed
Current Music: "Something About Us" - Daft Punk
Why does it never fucking end? And why am I so damn nice about it? I really am too nice for my own good.
There's a great guy in my life, but there's somebody else on my mind. I used to have a huge crush on him about 3 years ago, and it must be my automatic "crush" radar (yes, I still have it when I'm 21, going on 22 in a week) to just be...incredibly attracted to him again. Nothing I would ever pursue (and if you know who I'm talking about, highly unlikely but maybe, shut up). There's just something about music people that make me feel really inferior.
Doesn't just show up in my stinking personality. People don't know that I don't feel good enough to be called an adequate musician. Everybody spent so much time preparing awesome audition pieces from Mozart and Verdi and countless lessons studying their arias and art songs. Me? I went in, no pianist, sang "The Power of Love" by Celine Dion and "At Last" by Etta James (to display both range and versatility), sped out of my audition, and 2 days later am accepted. There must be a fluke in the system.
Never dated a music person, probably never will. I would never feel good enough for them anyways.
Sigh.
This senior portfolio can go kiss my ass. I just spend, what...*thinks* 3 hours organizing the damn thing. I've got to order it and then write the stuff that is required on the outline. How long is it going to take her to look at it? 2 damn minutes. Sigh.
I have 3 full post-its full of stuff to do within the next...6 days. Started and/or finished in 6 days, really. 4 things are scratched off. So that leaves...15 more to go. KILL ME.
So goes the senior life, I guess.