Oh you're so exquisite...at least you were...
You were so lovely when I found you while I was yet a misguided twelve year old girl. A heavenly voice combined with hauntingly ethereal beauty...lyrics of such pulchritude that the mere hearing of such a song could draw a tear from one's eye. Ah yes, my dear Daniel, you were one of my very first loves amongst musicians, in the splendor that WAS Silverchair. So what the hell is with this Dissociatives crap? I tried to give the music a chance but to put it quite bluntly, despite what those Aussies think, the new music sucks major. I am not pleased. Put Silverchair back together! Geesh, waxing nostalgic can end up truly screwing you over, folks.
But in one last moment of fond memories...
sigh
Alright, I'm done whining.
Today was good, although I have a million papers to write in two weeks, three of which are for just ONE class.
Shuler's class: "I'm so sorry!! ZZZZZZZt ZZZZZZZZZZt..."
The guy is fun, but really now, fieldwork, a performance project and a group project presentation, plus the reading of an insane novel, all in combination with the lunacy of exams and my other three classes?? It's a bit much. Fricking Honors courses.
I'm off to nap now.