dans un bois noir
today is christmas eve, i'm not sure how important of a fact that is.
today i don't really have anything to bitch about. i rather have concerns. they are the following:
my tongue isn't healed yet. (it hurts to yawn)
i have yet to crack the opera score, or even listen to the music
i have yet to crack the Brahms and choral works
i have yet to determine repetory for the upcoming semester in definite
i have yet to pay my accompanist for a month last semester
i think i'm getting fat (this break means no gym)
i think i'm getting lazier (once again, break)
i'm actually getting along rather well with my parents ( oddly)
i've lost the ability to discern personablity ( i'm not sure how)
i care about a lot of things now, that i didn't before. i'm not sure why,or how or when it happened, but today i realized....damnit, here i go changing again. i'm growing up and what's worse...i'm knowledgable of the whole thing. i now realize that i can't just do (this) or (the other this) without them having their respective consequences, natural and logical. it's just....weird.
this ten day shit with the tonsils is getting on my nerves seriously. it's christmas...i had the surgery 8 days ago...and i still can't drink lemon gatorade for the citric acid. pretty much anything spicy or acidic is out. which means tomatoes on sandwichs...that's such a annoyance for me. i can't stand a dry sandwich or one without lettuce and tomato. now i want a jimmy johns, but it would take me an hour to eat it. i went to Red Robin for lunch yesterday with Meredith and it took me and hour and a half to eat the burger with a basket of fries...and i wanted more fries...so we were there a little over two hours, she's such a good friend to not just leave. i didn't think about the fact that eating out not by yourself means that you have to think their time too. i had all the time in the world. apparently i don't have all the time in the world. i'm so groggy typing this...but i want to contine because the success is i'm a t the end of the line. or setence, or song. FUCK IT....i give on that paragraph
becasue the Vicodin doesn't wait.... the gaol of this post is that i'm growing...changing in some weird fucked up ways....and now it's my responsibility to adapt to the knew me!
Lacey Callen became Lacy Callen Dean as of 9:43 AM yesterday. i think that makes all officially the Dean family, so tomorrow will be our first christmas as...the Deans! I'm excited,non of you know enough to care.iiiiiiiii should reeally get in the bed, medicine is slowing my brain towards HALT.
jpDean!
i've been waiting on all three since 9/19!!!!!!God is surely good the blessing of family (nomenclature and all)
today i don't really have anything to bitch about. i rather have concerns. they are the following:
my tongue isn't healed yet. (it hurts to yawn)
i have yet to crack the opera score, or even listen to the music
i have yet to crack the Brahms and choral works
i have yet to determine repetory for the upcoming semester in definite
i have yet to pay my accompanist for a month last semester
i think i'm getting fat (this break means no gym)
i think i'm getting lazier (once again, break)
i'm actually getting along rather well with my parents ( oddly)
i've lost the ability to discern personablity ( i'm not sure how)
i care about a lot of things now, that i didn't before. i'm not sure why,or how or when it happened, but today i realized....damnit, here i go changing again. i'm growing up and what's worse...i'm knowledgable of the whole thing. i now realize that i can't just do (this) or (the other this) without them having their respective consequences, natural and logical. it's just....weird.
this ten day shit with the tonsils is getting on my nerves seriously. it's christmas...i had the surgery 8 days ago...and i still can't drink lemon gatorade for the citric acid. pretty much anything spicy or acidic is out. which means tomatoes on sandwichs...that's such a annoyance for me. i can't stand a dry sandwich or one without lettuce and tomato. now i want a jimmy johns, but it would take me an hour to eat it. i went to Red Robin for lunch yesterday with Meredith and it took me and hour and a half to eat the burger with a basket of fries...and i wanted more fries...so we were there a little over two hours, she's such a good friend to not just leave. i didn't think about the fact that eating out not by yourself means that you have to think their time too. i had all the time in the world. apparently i don't have all the time in the world. i'm so groggy typing this...but i want to contine because the success is i'm a t the end of the line. or setence, or song. FUCK IT....i give on that paragraph
becasue the Vicodin doesn't wait.... the gaol of this post is that i'm growing...changing in some weird fucked up ways....and now it's my responsibility to adapt to the knew me!
Lacey Callen became Lacy Callen Dean as of 9:43 AM yesterday. i think that makes all officially the Dean family, so tomorrow will be our first christmas as...the Deans! I'm excited,non of you know enough to care.iiiiiiiii should reeally get in the bed, medicine is slowing my brain towards HALT.
jpDean!
i've been waiting on all three since 9/19!!!!!!God is surely good the blessing of family (nomenclature and all)