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becs1024Yet another night of tired procrastination. It's starting to become a theme. I've been working on a paper for English about The Great Gatsby, but as usual, I've made it incredibly difficult for myself. I have to talk to my teacher about letting me start the introduction without a quote from the book, which is really an inane requirement. Also, I want to write something about how Gatsby equals jazz, but none of my literary criticism is about that and I basically have to bullshit everything. I mean, I'm a bullshitter extraordinaire, but still. Research papers are not typically enjoyable for me.
My dad took this picture at dawn this morning from his studio in Times Sqaure. For the sake of keeping up appearances, I fiddled around with it a bit in PhotoShop, but the colors and composition are all original. It's kind of breathtaking, actually.
I wore a skirt today for the first time since maybe November or early December. It was nice. I was more comfortable than I expected to be. Except when I went outside. Then it sucked. I hate when it's below freezing and we have fire drills. Damn you, Stotler.
Orchestra business galore this week. My audition was today, for second semester seating. I officially hate Gregor Handel. I don't think I'll keep the section leader stool. On the other hand, we're setting up rooms for the Boston trip, and I'm going to be hanging/sleeping in the vicinity of Meredith, Sarah and Kristin Dahly. It is going to be kickass, from what I can tell. Party time, guys. So, in conclusion, Dev's a bitch for freaking out at us for talking a bit in rehearsal, but then she gives JT, Meredith and me multiple free candy bars. Which basically means that Dev is weird. And yet we love her. I think.
What else has been going on? Nothing. I suck at calculator games. Neigel has a lighted, rotating tie rack. There is, apparently, a calculator function that solves quadratic formulas, like, thanks guys for telling us that now and not three years ago. My Spanish teacher is still a raging bitch, but I got to use a homework pass today. I'm seeing Grease tomorrow night, and I'm expecting a train wreck, so I'll probably be impressed in some regard.
Also, I think I'm in love with Harry and the Potters.
My dad took this picture at dawn this morning from his studio in Times Sqaure. For the sake of keeping up appearances, I fiddled around with it a bit in PhotoShop, but the colors and composition are all original. It's kind of breathtaking, actually.
I wore a skirt today for the first time since maybe November or early December. It was nice. I was more comfortable than I expected to be. Except when I went outside. Then it sucked. I hate when it's below freezing and we have fire drills. Damn you, Stotler.
Orchestra business galore this week. My audition was today, for second semester seating. I officially hate Gregor Handel. I don't think I'll keep the section leader stool. On the other hand, we're setting up rooms for the Boston trip, and I'm going to be hanging/sleeping in the vicinity of Meredith, Sarah and Kristin Dahly. It is going to be kickass, from what I can tell. Party time, guys. So, in conclusion, Dev's a bitch for freaking out at us for talking a bit in rehearsal, but then she gives JT, Meredith and me multiple free candy bars. Which basically means that Dev is weird. And yet we love her. I think.
What else has been going on? Nothing. I suck at calculator games. Neigel has a lighted, rotating tie rack. There is, apparently, a calculator function that solves quadratic formulas, like, thanks guys for telling us that now and not three years ago. My Spanish teacher is still a raging bitch, but I got to use a homework pass today. I'm seeing Grease tomorrow night, and I'm expecting a train wreck, so I'll probably be impressed in some regard.
Also, I think I'm in love with Harry and the Potters.
