February 2012
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Ah, I dreamt that Amado was alive and he was doing hilarious things so I was telling my friend, “Look, that’s my brother! Look how funny he is!” You know, before it’s too late.
Busy day ahead, I won’t be back in my room until midnight. My goodness.
Why must nightmares feel so real?
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Aw dammit. My entire suite is sick and coughing and shit. I might get sick soon enough. Yay for a few shitty upcoming weeks!
Performances went great, busyass weekend, busyass life.
That pretty much sums it up.
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Tonight and tomorrow night the choir is singing with the symphony in Laurie and I’m really excited about it. We had rehearsal with them last night, and I almost felt like crying because they were right there in front of me, and I just love them all so much. That’s silly, I know. I fangirl over them, I want to be where they are so badly.
I feel extremely privileged to sing with them...
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A cover.
January 2012
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Life is easier having fellow music majors to complain about music theory with.
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Last night was really nice. I had a lot of work to do, but Matt kept me company and made things easier. Didn’t get much sleep though. I woke up and remembered I dreamt about Amado. He had long, multi-colored hair and was confused when I kept hugging him. It seemed that he was living his life all over again, as if after he died, he started all over again from the beginning. I think he was at...
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I wish I had red hair so I could cover “Samson” and feel okay about it.
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So tired.
Fuck this, I'm going home.
Not even fucking worth it.
Okay, I really hate college kids. I absolutely detest them.
My fucking roommate and suitemates are in the next room with a bunch of people, listening to fucking Kesha, banging on things, and screaming. I mean, fucking really?
FUCK THIS SHIT, I have to wake up at 7:30 tomorrow.
akl;sewoina;eslkfdlfj SO MUCH HATE. Motherfuckers.
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I met with a counselor yesterday, and it was really nice to talk to someone outside of my inner circle that can relate to what I’ve been going through. I miss him all the time. I would give anything to hear him say, “Hey, Chena” to me one last time. She tried to explain what my parents were going through. You lose a child, and suddenly the world stops. Nothing makes sense...
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I’ll never forget the feel of his frozen skin beneath my fingers. Or how hollow his chest felt when I placed my hand on it, no warmth and no heartbeat. This might seem morbid, but I miss that. At least I could see him before me. Difficult to determine how the body appears nowadays. It’s thoughts like these that have me lying awake when I should be sleeping.
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What a fantastic turn of events! My 8:30 class is cancelled tomorrow morning, so I can sleep in and finish my assignment before my 11:20 class.
MmmMmmmmmMmmhhhmmm, gon’ sleep.
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fuck my butt
my flash drive decided to stop working, MONEY DOWN THE TERLET
internet is slow as FUCK
this is post
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Watchtrichechidae:
Year of the Dragon | Sufjan Stevens
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“And this is what living next to a waterfall is like, Safran. Every widow wakes...”
– Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Beethoven here I’m come!
I’m going to become even more obsessed with the cello now because I have one at school that I get to practice whenever I want oh goodness this is exciting. This sweater smells so good. Happiness.
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Dream.
I was talking to Katie about something, and some girl walking past got offended by what I said and tried to start a fight with me. We went outside into a parking lot and a big crowd circled us, and I said, “What if we just danced instead?” She was a tiny little thing, and she picked me up high off the ground and swung me around. Then I picked her up but couldn’t get...
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There’s a strange girl vomiting in my toilet?
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Seven thirty in the morning, I wake up and remember that I dreamt about you again, and a lot of people were dying and we were all crying, crying, crying.
(I won’t say who, but it wasn’t nice for me to see the people I love so hurt.)
You were with us, even though you weren’t, and at one point you ran away and we chased after you, to make sure you were okay. I think you just...
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I had a good long cry with my mom last night. Perhaps this will be the first day this week that I don’t cry. Yeah, that’d work for me. I don’t enjoy being so vulnerable in front of people, no matter who they are and how much I trust them. But sometimes I just get so goddamn sad and there’s really nothing much I can do about it. Being at school for too long is really...
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Sufjan Stevens | Say Yes! to...