[fire in the afternoon]
Which is the truth: That stressful things happen all at once, or that we only notice how stressful they are when they don't come one at a time?
Bullet List of No Time To Write Complete Sentences:
-have til four in the afternoon to finish this fizzix homework. why don't intervals make sense anymore.
-have til next Friday to finish my foreign relations research paper, which will be 25% of my grade. Have not started. Will today, provided I finish the fizzix. This won't be a huge problem if I start it today, but we'll see how that goes.
-juries coming up. Playing two as-yet undetermined scales that will probably not have open strings in them, my Boccherini concerto (with a written-in cadenza I haven't been given yet SHIT SHIT), something from the damn kid's book (probably Rigadoon, which is at least almost dignified), and a Popper etude.
-piano quiz pretty much every single class between now and the end of the semester. Need to get passable at rep pieces by next Tuesday. Need to practice for reading quiz tomorrow. Need to get better at I-IV-V7-I progressions with both hands. Need to get better at left-hand scales.
-quartet playing in convocation in early December. Played through our fifth movement for the first time yesterday. This might actually work.
-taiko performance at cultural fair in seven days. taiko performance at OSU in ten days. Three-hour practice tonight, tomorrow, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday. Don't have my solo written. Other shime player showed up for the first time yesterday. O god.
-We gave my lizard away. He left yesterday. Too busy to think yet about how much this sucks, but it will probably hit me fairly soon and it will really suck.
-Mom might have a couple of broken vertebrae. Possibly. Or something else. Either way her back's fucked up pretty bad, and the x-rays come back soon, and fuck. I hope she's okay.
After next Saturday, it will be Dead Week and things will be okay. Until then: Going to endeavor to sleep as much as humanly possible and not die of a panic attack. Heaven willing the Werewolf will hold off at least until I've outlined the research paper. Oh god please.
Bullet List of No Time To Write Complete Sentences:
-have til four in the afternoon to finish this fizzix homework. why don't intervals make sense anymore.
-have til next Friday to finish my foreign relations research paper, which will be 25% of my grade. Have not started. Will today, provided I finish the fizzix. This won't be a huge problem if I start it today, but we'll see how that goes.
-juries coming up. Playing two as-yet undetermined scales that will probably not have open strings in them, my Boccherini concerto (with a written-in cadenza I haven't been given yet SHIT SHIT), something from the damn kid's book (probably Rigadoon, which is at least almost dignified), and a Popper etude.
-piano quiz pretty much every single class between now and the end of the semester. Need to get passable at rep pieces by next Tuesday. Need to practice for reading quiz tomorrow. Need to get better at I-IV-V7-I progressions with both hands. Need to get better at left-hand scales.
-quartet playing in convocation in early December. Played through our fifth movement for the first time yesterday. This might actually work.
-taiko performance at cultural fair in seven days. taiko performance at OSU in ten days. Three-hour practice tonight, tomorrow, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday. Don't have my solo written. Other shime player showed up for the first time yesterday. O god.
-We gave my lizard away. He left yesterday. Too busy to think yet about how much this sucks, but it will probably hit me fairly soon and it will really suck.
-Mom might have a couple of broken vertebrae. Possibly. Or something else. Either way her back's fucked up pretty bad, and the x-rays come back soon, and fuck. I hope she's okay.
After next Saturday, it will be Dead Week and things will be okay. Until then: Going to endeavor to sleep as much as humanly possible and not die of a panic attack. Heaven willing the Werewolf will hold off at least until I've outlined the research paper. Oh god please.