Even if I am witty
I'm very interested in Shostakovich. Not terribly interested in Telemann.
Can't concentrate on either of them, though, because I'm continuing to feel like crap. I thought about calling Zach last night and talking to him, because for some reason he always makes me smile, but I decided I didn't want to talk to him while I was all funky. We don't really have a solid enough relationship (friend or otherwise) for me to be telling him about all my emotional problems.
It's just, with all my recent problems that I can't seem to shake, I can't concentrate much. On anything, really. I think I might go pick up my viola and practice at home. I need to practice, and I don't want to keep Jenn's car forever. I can't wait until I have my Dad's car so I don't have to worry about those things.
Athena is right. Livejournals are boring and no one cares. Even if I am witty.
Can't concentrate on either of them, though, because I'm continuing to feel like crap. I thought about calling Zach last night and talking to him, because for some reason he always makes me smile, but I decided I didn't want to talk to him while I was all funky. We don't really have a solid enough relationship (friend or otherwise) for me to be telling him about all my emotional problems.
It's just, with all my recent problems that I can't seem to shake, I can't concentrate much. On anything, really. I think I might go pick up my viola and practice at home. I need to practice, and I don't want to keep Jenn's car forever. I can't wait until I have my Dad's car so I don't have to worry about those things.
Athena is right. Livejournals are boring and no one cares. Even if I am witty.