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My room is pretty cluttered. There's probably too much furniture in here, but that's not necessarily bad because the way it's arranged, the room is divided in two so that I have a part of it, including a couch, all to myself. Half the floor is covered in Ernest's dirty laundry. I have big musical instruments everywhere: two six-string guitars, a twelve-string, two violins, a mandolin, and a chord-organ, as well as some random small things. Plus, my tendancy to pile things on every flat surface did not go away in college: my desk is basically just a dumping ground. I keep telling myself I'll clean stuff up, but it never happens. Oh well.
I haven't updated my LiveJournal in a long time, I think. Life has become pretty routine and also pretty busy. During the week, I go to class and work and orchestra and fiddle lesson and random other music things, and sometimes do homework and hang out with people. Friday afternoons I take a nap, then go downtown and play for a long time. Saturdays I sleep until the afternoon, then do something in the evening, then go downtown and play for a long time. Sundays I sleep until the afternoon then waste the evening feeling guilty about not doing homework or something. Then I wake up Monday and start it all over again. It's a fun time mostly though.
Last night was really surreal. Cara slept on my couch Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights because Angela and her boyfriend were in their room all weekend. Cara, Ernie, and I stayed up until forever Sunday night / Monday morning saying weird things. We were all too exhausted to comprehend anything or to say anything in any way comprehensible, but it was fun anyway. Around five o'clock we were recording custom ring-tones on our cell phones. I started playing guitar and singing really loudly before I realized that probably people were trying to sleep and I was waking everyone up. Then I remembered that nobody on my floor ever sleeps, so it was okay.
I had to buy a new guitar case Saturday because a very drunk man fell on mine and broke it.
The heating pipes in my room make all sorts of weird clankety noises.
I haven't updated my LiveJournal in a long time, I think. Life has become pretty routine and also pretty busy. During the week, I go to class and work and orchestra and fiddle lesson and random other music things, and sometimes do homework and hang out with people. Friday afternoons I take a nap, then go downtown and play for a long time. Saturdays I sleep until the afternoon, then do something in the evening, then go downtown and play for a long time. Sundays I sleep until the afternoon then waste the evening feeling guilty about not doing homework or something. Then I wake up Monday and start it all over again. It's a fun time mostly though.
Last night was really surreal. Cara slept on my couch Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights because Angela and her boyfriend were in their room all weekend. Cara, Ernie, and I stayed up until forever Sunday night / Monday morning saying weird things. We were all too exhausted to comprehend anything or to say anything in any way comprehensible, but it was fun anyway. Around five o'clock we were recording custom ring-tones on our cell phones. I started playing guitar and singing really loudly before I realized that probably people were trying to sleep and I was waking everyone up. Then I remembered that nobody on my floor ever sleeps, so it was okay.
I had to buy a new guitar case Saturday because a very drunk man fell on mine and broke it.
The heating pipes in my room make all sorts of weird clankety noises.