On to the next one
The end of the school year is rapidly approaching. There's so much to do until it's over. This past week has been rather miserable. I went home for Easter, which was excellent, but I just got ridiculously sick driving back up here on Sunday, and it finally feels like that sickness is gone. Rites of Spring was this weekend. I know I should have probably gone, but I just wasn't at all excited about the lineup. All I've done is write songs for my songwriting class because I have three due in class for Tuesday. It's depressing when even playing guitar isn't fun anymore. I'm tired and lonely right now. I guess it's just the finals blues setting in. I wanted to go to church this morning, but I needed to catch up on sleep more.
I'm ready for a change. Certain people really depress me. One person in particular. A change is definitely needed. I don't what to think about this summer. I'm really looking forward to Kanakuk, but other than that I don't know. It looks like I'm not going to spending as much time with Erin as I would like. It looks like the majority of my time will be spent working and studying for the dreaded LSAT, which I'm taking in October. Oh, well. Things will work out somehow.
All I want to do right now is have a picnic lunch on the Chattahoochee with Erin. But I am left here with my guitar trying to write my third song. Maybe I'll write something something super-emo and super-lonely and whiney sounding to fit my mood. At least I have two songs I really like from the past two days.
I'm ready for a change. Certain people really depress me. One person in particular. A change is definitely needed. I don't what to think about this summer. I'm really looking forward to Kanakuk, but other than that I don't know. It looks like I'm not going to spending as much time with Erin as I would like. It looks like the majority of my time will be spent working and studying for the dreaded LSAT, which I'm taking in October. Oh, well. Things will work out somehow.
All I want to do right now is have a picnic lunch on the Chattahoochee with Erin. But I am left here with my guitar trying to write my third song. Maybe I'll write something something super-emo and super-lonely and whiney sounding to fit my mood. At least I have two songs I really like from the past two days.