just say no to prozac ;-)
and i'm back into the swing of things with a fevor i didn't know possible with myself, allthough my close friends will advocate that everything about me is done with this "fevor". whatever. after a schlumpy start, i'm attacking my schoolwork and ripping it to shreds using the teeth of my intellect. what intellect. never mind.
i'm practicing again too. listening to jacqueline du pre, miles davis, and john coltrane all weekend has got my motor running. the practice rooms, oh how i love thee. you smell of body odor and air freshener. your windows i cannot open. your pianos discombobulate my ears with their shriking discordant tones. you are roughly the size of a pine coffin. your garbage cans are home to moldy sandwiches from 2 months ago.
despite this, oh practice room, i love you, for housing my musical growth. for keeping that passion within your soundproof walls until it is ready for the world to hear.
posted by bartholdy's slave @ 12:11
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don't be nervous, i'm sure you'll do just fine, and if you don't, don't sweat it. i'm 2nd to last chair this semester but that is not going to impede on my musical growth, you know what i'm saying?
Ah, I know the feeling of getting in the kick of things, being in the "zone" as it may be called. I was in the zone last night, writing that crazy essay until my brain shrivelled at 1:30 in the morning.
Grah! I'm sorry that I couldn't make it, Jillian, but after we finished IMing everything went to hell. I remembered that I didn't have my ID with me because I left it at home so I was worried about being pulled over on the way there. Then my roomie reminded me that they check ID so I probably wouldn't get in anyways. I went out to my car and the windshield was encrusted in condensed ice inside and out that I couldn't scrap off and my heater wouldn't melt. I decided just to screw it and work on my exam tonight. I promise I'll come to WMU someday and hang out! *hangs head in shame*
prozac....
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