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My life is like a crack pipe these days. Not that I've ever smoked one. I havn't. But I'm sure theyre how I feel right now.
Under zealous, strange.
Possibly illegal.
Strange.
Graduate school fightens me, i've decided. My heart stops a little when I check my email in the mornings lately.
I'm going to Winnipeg in a few months for my piano audition at U of Manitoba. And then the recitals. And Juries and graduating.
I feel odd about all of the above. Odd and mal adjusted. I don't know how I feel about any of it. Especially the graduating part. I don't know why.
Um yes.
I've also become a facebook addict. Not Cool.
And I practice wayyy too much lately. My fingers need a massage.
Composition. Well, I finished two pieces somehow. Just waiting around for my recital.
Yes. All this thinking. All of this change. Boys, girls. Gender, what we are. What we;ve thought we are.
Yep.
I'm cool.
Under zealous, strange.
Possibly illegal.
Strange.
Graduate school fightens me, i've decided. My heart stops a little when I check my email in the mornings lately.
I'm going to Winnipeg in a few months for my piano audition at U of Manitoba. And then the recitals. And Juries and graduating.
I feel odd about all of the above. Odd and mal adjusted. I don't know how I feel about any of it. Especially the graduating part. I don't know why.
Um yes.
I've also become a facebook addict. Not Cool.
And I practice wayyy too much lately. My fingers need a massage.
Composition. Well, I finished two pieces somehow. Just waiting around for my recital.
Yes. All this thinking. All of this change. Boys, girls. Gender, what we are. What we;ve thought we are.
Yep.
I'm cool.