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lalalalala
*is playing with tongue bar*
It is possible to have a pierced tongue and talk and eat and play instruments... it just takes a little effort to get started.
anywho.
I am not sure what I want out of life anymore.
I dont know what I should do for a career.
I dont know if I can survive with something I dont find joy in.
I could spend the rest of my life sleeping and all will be fine... only it wouldn't, you know?
So.
Monday I start classes at BCC.
All my tally friends have started their semester today. *whines* I wanna go too....
This is a hymn to the garnet and the gold, ringing to the sky.
This is a song for the men and women bold, sing with helds held high.
Marching Chiefs is very over.
Thank god.
I have constructed an evenmore detailed expectation of a marching ensemble -- and every band I am in falls short of it.
Just because we have fucking 400 some odd people doesn't mean everyone is contributing the way they should to the sound or to the formation.
Anyway.
It didnt matter.
Because....
even though I made block....
I dropped out of Chiefs Field Block (ie the people who march) when I got back to FSU.
I was an idiot.
Who was I kidding??!!??I LOVE MARCHING BAND!
I LOVE MUSIC!
WHat was wrong with me?
OH I remember.
Damnit.
Don't you hate when your parents are right about some things...
....practically everything.
GODDAMNIT!
I am a loser.
And now, to make things more wonderful.
WHen I grow up?... I will be stable.
When I grow up I will turn the tables.
*grumbles*
Floating out to wonderland.
sons of bitches.
blood and blisters
on my fingers
chaos rules while we're apart.
...I'll try to be gentle.
*is playing with tongue bar*
It is possible to have a pierced tongue and talk and eat and play instruments... it just takes a little effort to get started.
anywho.
I am not sure what I want out of life anymore.
I dont know what I should do for a career.
I dont know if I can survive with something I dont find joy in.
I could spend the rest of my life sleeping and all will be fine... only it wouldn't, you know?
So.
Monday I start classes at BCC.
All my tally friends have started their semester today. *whines* I wanna go too....
This is a hymn to the garnet and the gold, ringing to the sky.
This is a song for the men and women bold, sing with helds held high.
Marching Chiefs is very over.
Thank god.
I have constructed an evenmore detailed expectation of a marching ensemble -- and every band I am in falls short of it.
Just because we have fucking 400 some odd people doesn't mean everyone is contributing the way they should to the sound or to the formation.
Anyway.
It didnt matter.
Because....
even though I made block....
I dropped out of Chiefs Field Block (ie the people who march) when I got back to FSU.
I was an idiot.
Who was I kidding??!!??I LOVE MARCHING BAND!
I LOVE MUSIC!
WHat was wrong with me?
OH I remember.
Damnit.
Don't you hate when your parents are right about some things...
....practically everything.
GODDAMNIT!
I am a loser.
And now, to make things more wonderful.
WHen I grow up?... I will be stable.
When I grow up I will turn the tables.
*grumbles*
Floating out to wonderland.
sons of bitches.
blood and blisters
on my fingers
chaos rules while we're apart.
...I'll try to be gentle.