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Hey all,
I'm taking the night off to do some me-things. I need to chill and relax, forgetting all about the list of things I should be doing. So why am I talking to you? I dunno. Maybe I just need a medium to ramble at.
I went to the gym earlier. I should go more often, but I'm sort of nervous. I don't like showing weakness to anyone and the gym is definitely a place to demonstrate weaknesses.
I ate dinner alone tonight. I just want to leave all aspects of the rush of life and focus on what I want to do. Apparently what I want to do right now is talk to you guys. I don't even know who reads this anymore or why, but it gives me a release.
I more pictured tonight as a night of watching movies and painting. I'd love to play some piano, but my family is watching TV. I don't think they'd appreciate the noise. I guess I'm just gonna have to find other things I love to do to fill in the time.
I don't really know what I'm taking a break from tonight. My life is going great. I have a super job that I wish I got to spend more time at. I'm now a college student and I have a feeling it's going to be really, really fun. Maybe a bit stressful at times, but it could just be the academic boost I needed. The public institutions were horribly boring and standardized. I can't wait to explore this new opportunity. I love to learn and am hoping the college doesn't dissapoint me as so many of the high schools have. The only thing I could wish better in my life right now is the fact that my sleep is a bit fucked up. This is probably generated from the lack of structure my days contain. Last night I ended up staying awake until 4am, but that was entirely my fault for drinking that godforsaken coffee. I'm sure once I start my classes and become sure of my work schedule things will straighten out in the sleeping department as well. All in all, my life is pretty bitchin'. If anything, I'm taking this night to contemplate how to deal with all my sucess and where to go from here. I'll have a better idea once classes start.
My parents have informed me that I won't be able to pursue the music lessons I so wantingly desire. My father just retired and the only way we could afford to cough up the dough for lessons is if it comes out of my paycheck. This just won't do, seeing as I'm trying to save as much as possible without going into my mooching routine. Watch out, folks, I can mooch like a pro. So, for now, I'm just going to have to content myself with the same old playing all the time.
I'm trying to perfect a piece by one of Bach's sons. Lord knows I can't remember which. It's one of the Studios. I love Bach. The complexities of his pieces combined with the added difficulties of fingering make his work to die for. I don't listen to classical music, but I'd just die if I couldn't play it. My favorite piece by Bach so far would have to be Come Sweet Death. As the title suggests, it is a requiem. No, that's not why I enjoy it so. My love lies purely in the fact that I can get such great expression out of the piece. When I play it, I can hear the anguish leaping off the page. In no other piece have I been so sucessful in expressing emotion through notes. This new piece I'm learning doesn't give me the same vibe, but I hope to bring it up to a state of near-perfection soon. Nothing I love more than hearing beautiful music coming out of those sweet ivories.
I haven't worked since last Wednesday and I'm begining to wish I was working tomorrow. If nothing else, it adds some excitement to my life. No, I'm afraid the next time I work is Monday. I deposited my check today and made myself leave it all in the bank. If I want to get going in life, I'm going to need a little extra cash. Can't waste it all on little things, ya know?
I think I'm finally getting sick of this old basement. Looking around makes me wonder what made me fall in love with it in the first place. Maybe it's time to pack up my stuff and move it to a more warm, welcoming part of the house. It won't all fit in my bedroom. I'll work something out. I always do.
Look, I gotta dash. I have stuff to do. Things to discuss. I'll be back next time I need to hammer out my ideas. See ya. I'm sick of this horny stuff too.
~Rabbit-san