| Right or wrong, what's done is done
It's only moments that we borrow
But the thoughts will linger on
of the lady and her song
When the sun comes up tomorrow
Well, it might take years to see
Through all these tears
Don't let go
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| I've been home for two weeks now. Winter break: woo! The quick breakdown:
- Days upon days of family time which I survived surprisingly well
- Laziness coupled with Guitar Hero, the Sims, and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
- A bit of working out *gasp*
- A day out with the girls at the Art Institute
- A fundraising gala and a bit of ridiculousness at Kendra's afterwards
- A very classy New Year's Party at the boys' apartment
- Snowmobiling with Derek and nearly dying but not
I leave on Saturday. What adventures await in the next two days only
time can tell! Actually that's a lie. I know that tomorrow I'm getting
together with my old piano teacher and on Friday I'm getting the mole
removed from my stomach -- you know, the one that a fish in Pulaski
Lake once tore half off. Yummy!
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| Whoa, sorry to leave you guys hanging. Things actually went really, REALLY well. I finished my theory paper with time to spare -- enough to take an hour nap before class, anyway. The presentation went swimmingly, but then came my jury...
*sigh*
Bach is so awful. Thank God I'm doing Scarlatti next semester, I might actually be able to remember it instead of trailing off as I near every flipping cadence... Oh well. I'll probably get another A-. The real point of this story is that I am now DONE and FREE from any form of real responsibility or work until the 19th of Januaray, and it feels amaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzziiiiiiiinnnnnggggggggggggggg. I have done nothing but sleep and watch movies since Thursday. And go to work, I guess, but that doesn't really count. And after I get home on Wednesday I plan to do a lot more of the same, but accompanied by all of you lovely people, naturally. Is there snow yet? Somebody make it snow before I get there, please? I need to get myself into a Christmassy mood.
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| Plan of attack:
Go to bed right now. Sleep until 4:00. Get up and write five pages by 8:00. Go to music theory final, turn in paper, kick ass on presentation (and kiss ass if paper-writing doesn't go so well). Change clothes. Practice like a madwoman. Play jury at 11:00. And then...
AND THEN!?!?
Keel over and DIE.
I'll let you know how this all goes down.
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| TRAGEDY!!!
I lost my favorite earrings and now they're gone forever!!!
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