"All the girls and the guys on the floor"
Aaaand with a flourish school is back in session, which includes as a side effect hours of rehearsal after school. The stress is about to hit like a proverbial piano falling from the sky, bringing with it ACTs, AP Tests, wound up teachers with too much to teach in too little time, and the necessary swamp of homework during hell week. On top of all that, I am deprived of any sort of bread until next tuesday because of some faith I choose to associate myself with three or four times a year.
While break brought blissful twelve hour nights and lazy days, intermingled with some partying and a trip to the Buell Theatre to see the national tour of Light in the Piazza, I also feel like it was wasted to a large extent. I commenced twenty some different projects that I am unlikely to finish any time in the near future, and failed to do simple things like clean my room. My rooms each the size of maybe a small walk-in closet, have not been cleaned since perhaps two winter breaks ago. The carpet which I so carefully picked out to match my vibrant walls is buried under innumerable amounts of stray clothing and school papers I never will need again. To exacerbate the problem, any sense of order to the chaos has been entirely lost in searching for various missing objects. Instead of logically cleaning everything until it turns up, I merely throw piles across the room, and often when crossing it, I will hear a loud crunch underfoot that I am too timid to investigate. Of course, along with these piles comes a smell which I no longer notice until I am out of the house for several days and return to notice the acrid stench of teenager. Unfortunately, the worse and more unmanageable (and smelly) these rooms get, the less inclined I am to do anything about it. The project would simply take too long, and I fear throwing away something important in my zeral for cleanliness. The result is that I spend as little time as possible in my rooms. But now my mom has threatened to not let me attend Interlochen (or the Tisch program, if I get in and choose to go)until my rooms are cleaned. I really would like to see them pretty and orderly again, I just can't as easily bring myself to such a project.
In any case, the time has come for me to go to my first class of the day. And to make the irony of the whole situation greater, my mp3 player, which I have named Melchior, just started playing "Totally Fucked" while on random. How apropos.
While break brought blissful twelve hour nights and lazy days, intermingled with some partying and a trip to the Buell Theatre to see the national tour of Light in the Piazza, I also feel like it was wasted to a large extent. I commenced twenty some different projects that I am unlikely to finish any time in the near future, and failed to do simple things like clean my room. My rooms each the size of maybe a small walk-in closet, have not been cleaned since perhaps two winter breaks ago. The carpet which I so carefully picked out to match my vibrant walls is buried under innumerable amounts of stray clothing and school papers I never will need again. To exacerbate the problem, any sense of order to the chaos has been entirely lost in searching for various missing objects. Instead of logically cleaning everything until it turns up, I merely throw piles across the room, and often when crossing it, I will hear a loud crunch underfoot that I am too timid to investigate. Of course, along with these piles comes a smell which I no longer notice until I am out of the house for several days and return to notice the acrid stench of teenager. Unfortunately, the worse and more unmanageable (and smelly) these rooms get, the less inclined I am to do anything about it. The project would simply take too long, and I fear throwing away something important in my zeral for cleanliness. The result is that I spend as little time as possible in my rooms. But now my mom has threatened to not let me attend Interlochen (or the Tisch program, if I get in and choose to go)until my rooms are cleaned. I really would like to see them pretty and orderly again, I just can't as easily bring myself to such a project.
In any case, the time has come for me to go to my first class of the day. And to make the irony of the whole situation greater, my mp3 player, which I have named Melchior, just started playing "Totally Fucked" while on random. How apropos.