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Now I remember why I got so good at music. It was because that's what I used to get out my aggression. With my parents, there was plenty of that to go around.
I'm not pissed all the time. Not like I was when I was at home, but there are definitely days where I NEED to play, but I can't because one of my roommates is sleeping or has someone over or is hanging out in our living room or something... I wish I had somewhere that was mine and I could shut myself away in it and not worry about bothering anyone or worry about anyone bothering me. I don't have that anymore. I miss that. I think I miss the idea of that place more than I miss the actual viola playing... but I do miss the viola too.
Today someone I thought I could count on completely let me down. Actually, "fucked me over" would be a better way of putting it. I'm pissed and disappointed and frustrated... and I could really use some quality music time, but Mac's brother has his flavor of the month over the house and I doubt they'd appreciate me very much if I started playing. Plus Mac is trying to get some sleep and I'm sure our downstairs roommates are trying to do the same after working all day...
I think I just need longer days. Or a sound-proof practice room. Or both.
On the plus side, I rescued a cicada from the store today. One of the booksellers brought him outside for me. I haven't seen a cicada up close since I was a little kid, playing with them in my back yard. Whatever happened to them?
I'm not pissed all the time. Not like I was when I was at home, but there are definitely days where I NEED to play, but I can't because one of my roommates is sleeping or has someone over or is hanging out in our living room or something... I wish I had somewhere that was mine and I could shut myself away in it and not worry about bothering anyone or worry about anyone bothering me. I don't have that anymore. I miss that. I think I miss the idea of that place more than I miss the actual viola playing... but I do miss the viola too.
Today someone I thought I could count on completely let me down. Actually, "fucked me over" would be a better way of putting it. I'm pissed and disappointed and frustrated... and I could really use some quality music time, but Mac's brother has his flavor of the month over the house and I doubt they'd appreciate me very much if I started playing. Plus Mac is trying to get some sleep and I'm sure our downstairs roommates are trying to do the same after working all day...
I think I just need longer days. Or a sound-proof practice room. Or both.
On the plus side, I rescued a cicada from the store today. One of the booksellers brought him outside for me. I haven't seen a cicada up close since I was a little kid, playing with them in my back yard. Whatever happened to them?