March 2012
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I forgot to mention that I gave up sweets for lent. I know I’m not Christian, I just wanted to do it. So far, it’s been a week without chocolate and other amazing sweet treats. And I’m doing just fine. :)
February 2012
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My blog. It’s dying.
I just don’t feel like blogging anymore. But I will attempt to.
Musical is done with. lol now what I don’t know, I’m sad.
I’m tired all the time. I can’t wait for Spring Break when I can stop planning every fucking thing I do. I don’t want any plans, I just want to do nothing at all.
Seriously, I just want to sleep, but I have to...
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Life consists of doing things you don’t want to do.
College students are the most inconsiderate humans. One in the morning, people are having loud conversations right outside my fucking door.
I want to be an old woman, only without the misery such a long life would bring me. I want to live in a quiet place and be able to think, “I’ve done it all. All there is to do now is rest.”
Right now I’ve hardly done much of...
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The mere idea of God wouldn’t exist if evil didn’t exist. Because with all the shit that goes on around here, people want something pleasant to believe in. But then if God exists and is omnipotent and perfect in every way, why does evil exist? Oh yeah, because he’s probably not here. Or if he is, he’s not perfect at all.
Things I've accomplished today
ghostkid:
death scares me and being alive hurts and is exhausting
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Eating chocolate in bed is the ultimate stress reliever. And having good conversation with my pep pep. Ugh, I miss my family so much. It’s aaall almost over.
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YEEEEEEEESSSS
BONDARI IS A BEAUTIFUL MAN. He postponed our aural skills exam tomorrow because of the ongoing power outage, and now I have more time to study/get my life back in order. The power outage has been a blessing in disguise.
Classes were cancelled this morning due to a power outage, allowing me to sleep a few more desperately needed hours. At one point I woke up and couldn’t move. The demon was sitting on my chest (sleep paralysis)! I was moving my eyes around frantically and breathing heavily to try to get Matt’s attention, then I was able to wiggle my toes and finally my body. Scary ass shit, losing...
I should just let everyone read my journal if I want them to know how I truly feel. I lie a lot when I’m speaking, but I never lie when I write in there. Basically, it’s entirely shitty. In fact, you’d probably see the word “shitty” in every entry. If I could describe the contents of my mind in one word, that word would be shitty.
Time for another fucking day.
My feet are cold, I wish there was a furry animal here to stick them under.
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I have accepted Ludwig van Beethoven as my personal savior.
:)
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I have been complaining nonstop this week. Next week isn’t looking any better. Rehearsals four hours a night every night, four exams… I might not make it. I’ve been dramatic as fuck, and I’m really fucking tired, and I’m really fucking angry about everything. This week has had its moments though. TMEA was fantastic, rehearsals for the musical are fun (sometimes) and...
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:( :) :( :) :(
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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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