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there is one piano in this house. there are three televisions. and i am constantly not allowed to practise because tv takes priority. you would think that considering there are three tvs in the house maybe someone could let me practise and watch in another room, but no.
in other news, ive been working like a dawg, and going to uni even though its my week off. i torture myself with about 3 alarms to wake up on the mornings i work and have to get up at 4.30. but, crazily enough, im starting to like the mornings now.
fuck. whenever i go on live journal, somehow everything i really want to say, or just tell someone suddenly becomes intangible and i write shit.
in other news, ive been working like a dawg, and going to uni even though its my week off. i torture myself with about 3 alarms to wake up on the mornings i work and have to get up at 4.30. but, crazily enough, im starting to like the mornings now.
fuck. whenever i go on live journal, somehow everything i really want to say, or just tell someone suddenly becomes intangible and i write shit.