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I wonder what Thr3e's deal is so obviously ripping off Sev7n... The first thing that came to me.
so long suckas
A lot of bad shit went down this year. Things between my parents are getting rough, although for now I won't be elaborating. Not that it's hard to guess. Things with me have been rough. I'm excited to get a fresh start, and it really feels like a new period for me, what with going into a new year, being completely single and turning 21. It's a lot to happen.
a grand tradition
The proud tradition of awkwardly hooking up with a high school friend on First Night has continued. No guesses allowed in the comments section. Not that it's hard to guess. I don't really know if it was a good decision or a bad decision. Other than the soreness from having slept on the floor, I woke up feeling refreshed. I think. But also really tired. But that's from not sleeping. I guess I feel like it's a new year, and if I try my best eventually things will go my way.
retrospectively
Good things did happen. A lot of them had to do with artistic developement: The Skin of Our Teeth, knowledge gained from acting classes (the Miss Julie scene in particular), the staged readings, Don Pasquale. I've been putting my time to good use.
bad habits to cut down on
Drinkin', smokin', smokin'. I'm not addicted to any of these, but I can see how I could become so.
essays
I've been helping my mom draft her essay for the Harvard Graduate School of Education. She wants to be a middle school math teacher in an urban setting. She's actually extremely qualified as an actuary and also someone who has basically run the public schools for 18 years. All that editing made me want to teach. Well maybe not that much. You never know.
the little things
Good Charlotte sucks. But it's true. Two nights ago, I started thinking about the treehouse Taryn showed me that she made with her dad in her backyard. All we did was climb up, sit in it for about 5 minutes, and climb back down. No hanky panky I swear. But I just couldn't get this stupid, dirty little treehouse out of my mind. Or sometimes I remember walking around in Penn Station, getting ready to get a connecting train to Long Island. She's not even in those memories much, but in some ways they're the worst. I don't know what it is.
clear your schedules
My jazz band, sans eclecticband, will be playing at ADPhi's Lush Life party on January 26th, in the ADPhi lounge. The party starts at 10p, not sure if we're going on then or at midnight. It'll be some great music, and the cocktails are always classy. See you there.
immediate resolutions
things to stop:
habits
thinking such thoughts
staying up this late
things to start
reading
my play proposals
exercise
d'uh
the suspense is killing me
so long suckas
A lot of bad shit went down this year. Things between my parents are getting rough, although for now I won't be elaborating. Not that it's hard to guess. Things with me have been rough. I'm excited to get a fresh start, and it really feels like a new period for me, what with going into a new year, being completely single and turning 21. It's a lot to happen.
a grand tradition
The proud tradition of awkwardly hooking up with a high school friend on First Night has continued. No guesses allowed in the comments section. Not that it's hard to guess. I don't really know if it was a good decision or a bad decision. Other than the soreness from having slept on the floor, I woke up feeling refreshed. I think. But also really tired. But that's from not sleeping. I guess I feel like it's a new year, and if I try my best eventually things will go my way.
retrospectively
Good things did happen. A lot of them had to do with artistic developement: The Skin of Our Teeth, knowledge gained from acting classes (the Miss Julie scene in particular), the staged readings, Don Pasquale. I've been putting my time to good use.
bad habits to cut down on
Drinkin', smokin', smokin'. I'm not addicted to any of these, but I can see how I could become so.
essays
I've been helping my mom draft her essay for the Harvard Graduate School of Education. She wants to be a middle school math teacher in an urban setting. She's actually extremely qualified as an actuary and also someone who has basically run the public schools for 18 years. All that editing made me want to teach. Well maybe not that much. You never know.
the little things
Good Charlotte sucks. But it's true. Two nights ago, I started thinking about the treehouse Taryn showed me that she made with her dad in her backyard. All we did was climb up, sit in it for about 5 minutes, and climb back down. No hanky panky I swear. But I just couldn't get this stupid, dirty little treehouse out of my mind. Or sometimes I remember walking around in Penn Station, getting ready to get a connecting train to Long Island. She's not even in those memories much, but in some ways they're the worst. I don't know what it is.
clear your schedules
My jazz band, sans eclecticband, will be playing at ADPhi's Lush Life party on January 26th, in the ADPhi lounge. The party starts at 10p, not sure if we're going on then or at midnight. It'll be some great music, and the cocktails are always classy. See you there.
immediate resolutions
things to stop:
habits
thinking such thoughts
staying up this late
things to start
reading
my play proposals
exercise
d'uh
the suspense is killing me