"For my own sanity, I've got to close the door and walk away..." - Avenue Q
So if you've met me, you know how important music is to me. It's always with me. And I am very picky about the music I like. If I like that music, it goes on my iPod/iTunes. Right? Okay.
So in cleaning my apartment last night (or at least trying to), I was rockin out to my iTunes, and I noticed that it was only shuffling about a hundred songs of my THOUSANDS.
Upon further investigation, iTunes had eaten all my other music.
::pitches a hissy fit::
Thank god I had it all backed up on my external hard drive, or I would have proceeded to curl up into a ball and never come out. So now I get to re-import everything.
Anyways, so yes, back in school, which is such a mind fuck. Homework blows hard. But I'm trying really hard. I sorta slacked this weekend, and am now paying for it with having costume sketches due on Monday that I haven't started, a sound project due for tomorrow, and an apartment to clean by tomorrow night (it's on it's way there...it just may not be vaccumed). All of this would be totally doable if I wasn't in rehearsals all day every day.
And, as Edward pointed out to me, I am DONE in 14 weeks. 14 WEEKS. Oh, I'm so excited I could just pee. He asked what I was doing afterwards, and then the fear set in. I have NO idea...well, I have some idea, but none of it relates to my degree.
And conversations with members of the opposite sex have lately just confused me, which is strange. I generally get the minds of the male species. Until yesterday... Gah, anyway. Doesn't matter. 14 WEEKS!!!
So in cleaning my apartment last night (or at least trying to), I was rockin out to my iTunes, and I noticed that it was only shuffling about a hundred songs of my THOUSANDS.
Upon further investigation, iTunes had eaten all my other music.
::pitches a hissy fit::
Thank god I had it all backed up on my external hard drive, or I would have proceeded to curl up into a ball and never come out. So now I get to re-import everything.
Anyways, so yes, back in school, which is such a mind fuck. Homework blows hard. But I'm trying really hard. I sorta slacked this weekend, and am now paying for it with having costume sketches due on Monday that I haven't started, a sound project due for tomorrow, and an apartment to clean by tomorrow night (it's on it's way there...it just may not be vaccumed). All of this would be totally doable if I wasn't in rehearsals all day every day.
And, as Edward pointed out to me, I am DONE in 14 weeks. 14 WEEKS. Oh, I'm so excited I could just pee. He asked what I was doing afterwards, and then the fear set in. I have NO idea...well, I have some idea, but none of it relates to my degree.
And conversations with members of the opposite sex have lately just confused me, which is strange. I generally get the minds of the male species. Until yesterday... Gah, anyway. Doesn't matter. 14 WEEKS!!!