So please, come home soon...
Ugh. I want to go home. Like for real. Forever.
I'm really tired. I'm tired of singing. And I'm tired of music. I'm tired of feeling like I'm not going anywhere in my voice lessons. And because I feel like that, I have no desire to practice. I don't want to get better. I want to just stay where I am. I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing all the time...you know, eight weeks is a long time to go without a break. It's ridiculous.
I hate this girl in choir who stands right next to me. I really might kill her. And unfortunately for me, she's a freshman as well, so we're all gonna have to put up with her until we graduate. But Tiff doesn't think she'll make it until then...I'm hoping she's right. But really. Okay, this girl sings louder than anyone I've ever met. And it's not like, Diamond loud. Because Diamond was good. Diamond knew what she was doing. This girl is bad. Like she could overpower the entire choir plus the orchestra...and she has terrible vowels and she doesn't know how to count, and she always asks the most absolutely ridiculous, can be answered with common sense questions. And not just in music. No. In every class, she finds the need to just speak up and ask the most ridiculous things...all the music faculty hates her. Except maybe Doc. But Doc knows what we're talking about now. But it's hard. Like you can not sing right standing next to her. Especially when you're learning a new piece. Like today. We were learnign a new part and she was just all over the place and loud as hell. So you don't know which part you should be on, because you can't hear yourself and then she is absolutely impossible to tune with. Now, I know I'm not perfect, but this girl...I don't know how I'm gonna make it. Even Dr Chambers doesn't like her...and Dr Chambers likes pretty much anyone.
I'm not really happy anymore. I just want to go home. I'm so so tired...maybe I'll take a nap...
I'm really tired. I'm tired of singing. And I'm tired of music. I'm tired of feeling like I'm not going anywhere in my voice lessons. And because I feel like that, I have no desire to practice. I don't want to get better. I want to just stay where I am. I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing all the time...you know, eight weeks is a long time to go without a break. It's ridiculous.
I hate this girl in choir who stands right next to me. I really might kill her. And unfortunately for me, she's a freshman as well, so we're all gonna have to put up with her until we graduate. But Tiff doesn't think she'll make it until then...I'm hoping she's right. But really. Okay, this girl sings louder than anyone I've ever met. And it's not like, Diamond loud. Because Diamond was good. Diamond knew what she was doing. This girl is bad. Like she could overpower the entire choir plus the orchestra...and she has terrible vowels and she doesn't know how to count, and she always asks the most absolutely ridiculous, can be answered with common sense questions. And not just in music. No. In every class, she finds the need to just speak up and ask the most ridiculous things...all the music faculty hates her. Except maybe Doc. But Doc knows what we're talking about now. But it's hard. Like you can not sing right standing next to her. Especially when you're learning a new piece. Like today. We were learnign a new part and she was just all over the place and loud as hell. So you don't know which part you should be on, because you can't hear yourself and then she is absolutely impossible to tune with. Now, I know I'm not perfect, but this girl...I don't know how I'm gonna make it. Even Dr Chambers doesn't like her...and Dr Chambers likes pretty much anyone.
I'm not really happy anymore. I just want to go home. I'm so so tired...maybe I'll take a nap...