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-Mother Mother I'm just a little cold and tired and in need of a hot shower. And soup? Soup would be nice. "The ice don't melt in mid-December"
It's impossible to stop. Why can't I leave the house? "Floaters in my eyes wake up in my hotel room."
Anyway. Snow snow snow snow. It's so pretty...but such a pain to shovel. Finished my Asian journal! Woo! Yeah! Submitted a Scholarship thingy. Yeah! Am 2-3 weeks behind on my online gym class? Not yeah. Need to study for physics and Lit and do Calculus homework? Also not yeah. At least I can sleep! And sleep, I most certainly will. This song feels like...love?
I hope. in the midst of a lot of Regina albums. Oh, how I wish I could be a tad more artistic.
I couldn't tell you exactly what it is, but it's good. It's really good. Just a plain good day. A very very good day. Hold my nose up through the blinds, Hope to god it sticks this time.
Most of them don't make sense. My quotes would be different, I guess.
Judge me, please. Mroww.
But I got my birthday present a bit early. :) I love parents.
So much hate. Because as time progresses, I feel worse and worse about how I did. Like when I get nervous after I sing kind of a thing. Maybe I should ask for confidence for Christmas. I just want food and sleep and tea and candles and flowers and hugs. Blarg.
I deserve it. I've gotten very easily distracted this week... And then hyperfocused. Like...finishing my Chem Take home several days in advance. But staring out a window and falling asleep when there really are things to be done? Weird. Well, my college essay is complete. Grades are alright. Calculus is making more sense. Logically, everything is going just wonderfully. Logically, ya know? And yet, somehow, with my head logically in place on my shoulder, I'm burning myself on candles. I think I get it.
I get to sleep in tomorrow? This is beautiful. I don't deserve this at all...but I'm still so excited. Misty is just so silly.
Mrow. Gershwin. College essay done I think? Maybe? I don't know. We'll see. I'd like to cut down on the number of schools I'm applying too. Marf. I'm contemplating. Because I guess there isn't school on Nov. 11th. Which means a three day weekend. Which could, potentially, mean an expenditure? That'd be pretty cool. She's so wonderful.
Take ibuprofen. Remove shoes. Remove dress. Crawl into bed. I've gotta get more sleep during the week.
Suddenly terrified again. I just like that school a lot. Mrow. "Yeah! You were that girl that..." -...meh.
Like, you write something, put it in an envelope, and write the addresses and put on the stamp and then expect it to somehow magically just show up in the recipient's mailbox in 2-3 business days, first class. I guess when you physically go through the motions, it seems like a very deliberate action. I just like putting letters in the big blue mailbox on the corner though. Because I'm five. Fingers crossed the little pieces of paper make it.
Listened to the Maroon 5 album out of curiosity. His falsetto is gorgeous. They're good at being a pop band. Nothing memorable, but that's alright. Listened to the Foster the People Album. I really liked it. I'm still completely confused about how Pumped Up Kicks became a popular song. But that's okay. I like it. College essay? I wrote such a gorgeous intro. Pumped. Emails to music departments. Resumes done. Wonderfully accomplished. And tomorrow is church day. Probably not so much getting accomplished then. I gots to write a speech thingy for World Lit. Meh. Fine. It's the only real homework I have.
It feels pretty good. Now I get to schedule interviews and auditions and continue to write essays and...all that jazz. Probably should get a resume ready. Happy three day weekend. Happy three days of college things. Well, that's kind of a lie. Saturday is lock yourself in the house and do hardcore school things. The rest of the weekend is probably sleep. And finish writing this strange song.
A math test. A freaking math test. It's just Calculus. Their just limits and continuities and discontinuities and the intermediate value theorem. It's just algebra and trig. Test part two is tomorrow. Blarg. Just blarg. It's just Calculus. I like staying busy. It makes for less time to over analyze. Unless you're taking a Calc test. But that's different.
Really pretty scenery, happy feelings, nice people. Just a good dream. Sad after the fact...er...fiction. Dreams are weird. I guess they can tell you something about your subconscious. But it's strange when a pretty dream tells you less desirable things about the subconscious. But I guess it's okay. I still like pretty dreams.
Which makes me thing of the Cell Block Tango. Which just makes me love Chicago even more. So wonderful. <3
Wicked excited. College things are organized. Schedule is organized. Good things. Productive weekend, in retrospect. Babysitting children is my favorite way to end the weekend, though. Okay. That part was sarcastic. But, I'm finally getting over a cold! Wooo!
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