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Jun. 6th, 2007 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chu_totoroDaaaaaaaaaang. This really- is disappointing.
I came back! And there literally was nothing much in any of my classes (it's almost equivalent to dead week, yeah?) and nothing much with all of my activities and I had a lot of free time yesterday, I mean when have I ever had a Tuesday free, Tuesday is always a busy day and Wednesdays are usually my best days (mostly coz of the sleeping in) but usually during normal school time that'd be the ONE sole day of the week, and just. Iunno, but Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday free, WITH minimal homework, seemed like heaven! I mean after that comes finals, and after finals comes freedom.
OR SO I THOUGHT.
/kicks SJYS
la;jflkasjf;ljsd;lfjas;f;dsfjls;jfajlfjlsjflkjaljfasjdfajsdflja;lfjsadflaksdfaf THEIR REHEARSAL SCHEDULE. *WOE* It's not as bad as Readings in the Redwoods, but there goes my entire Wednesday, oh yes, TODAY, and I wasn't even FOREWARNED they just STOLE 4 hours of my time, andandand guess what?
TOMORROW AGAIN. W00T.
so much for that.
And Saturday! 6 HOURS. GWAHHHHHHHHH WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FREEDOM. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
*cries*
oh and I don't have as little homework as I thought, because I have a bunch of random projects due. And while the projects themselves aren't anything much, when you put a lot together they amount to quite a substantial amount, and the first final is Friday and that suddenly seems a lot closer, and I have a freakin' recital sometime this weekend I don't even know when or if it clashes with SJYS, I also know I'm not ready because, wut, I've been off in the East Coast where, hello, there is no hotel-piano for me to practise with (incidentally, we had a really really crazily nice hotel that was all white and clean and shiny everywhere and kind of reminded me of an asylum since asylums are all white? yeah it was that clean), and guess what I was counting on? Coming back, relaxing a bit with the free time, practising piano a lot (and still having time left over because yes, there's that much time, or more accurately, there WAS), and I was supposed to practice before I left but I seriously, honestly had no time whatsoever then because of Readings in the Redwoods, which had me LIVING at school from morning 7:50 to 10 pm at night and seriously you can't expect me to practice anything when I get home I'm dead already don't even mention homework >>; and I left the day after Readings, so really, really, really, WHAT do you expect?!
Just. alsjfd;ldsjflkajfdjkadfjla;
I'm also cranky and tired and have a backache from sitting in a chair playing cello too long, that might be why I'm ranting so much. Haha things will look better in the morning. And probably it'll look better after dad makes me my coffee.
yeah I know I once realized the profound truth of life. Where ranting makes you angrier, because it can feed your anger. But there's also a certain vindictiveness to it? Sometimes rants are necessary. shhhhh if I'm self-contradictory. XD
It's just that feeling of NO REST, y'know. I seriously thought I'd be getting a while of peace, some time to recuperate, because while traveling to Boston and Cambridge was fun and all, let's face it, vacationing like that isn't the same as resting. ahahahahaa~
So I keep thinking I'll get some rest. All through the year. I've had one recital after another, one concert after another, one audition after another, just. As soon as one thing ends or BEFORE one thing ends another thing comes up or maybe two things or three things or GOD KNOWS HOW MANY but in any case there's just never any time in between! And when the music died down poetry took over and that was torture for a month or two, then as soon as it ended I was off to Boston and as soon as I'm back SJYS grabs hold of me, and guess what? Summer won't do anything, because their ridiculous rehearsal schedule's going straight through summer up until... you guessed it. The moment we leave! Because, of course, we're rehearsing for the Europe trip.
LKF:JASLKJFDSKLJGVLKS:DJFL:AJDJSK:LDFJAKLDLAJLKFJDLFJ:ASJLAJDL:
and I get that feeling that it'll never end. after I come back from Europe I... go to Europe again! And I bet something else will steal me over the rest of my summer remaining to me, which isn't that much anyway. And then JUNIOR YEAR STARTS.
workworkworkwork and no time in between to recuperate! I can stand a lot of pressure, but for SO much to be SO constant is going to wither me eventually until I... crack! like an egg! pop. I mean. the only rest I foresee is second semester senior year. and OH, that is SO close. I'm just, you know, two years away from it. can't be that long to wait.
anyway, after wasting all that time ranting, I feel slightly more... vindictive. And I've my coffee now. So I'll live. And now I have to go practise piano for the laaaaaame recital, because even LAAAAAAAAAAMER SJYS stole all my piano practice time. Hell, it stole cello practice time on top of that. and most importantly, LUXURIOUS INDULGENCE TIME. T____________T
yup. *angsts over life*
ahaha I have fake emo cuts on my arm too. How ironic. Earlier yesterday Vivian insisted on graffiti-ing my arm during Calc, and it still hasn't washed off. my other arm was mauled by Stephanie, and has a smiling fat monkey on it. one with a heart-shaped face. o____o
2308 edit: ...hm. After actually practicing piano, I'm not actually angry any more. At least Rachmaninoff's a piece worth practicing, yanno?
Music cleanses the soul. :)
...and maybe coffee too. a little bit. in a shortcut, eventual unhealthy side effects sort of way.
I came back! And there literally was nothing much in any of my classes (it's almost equivalent to dead week, yeah?) and nothing much with all of my activities and I had a lot of free time yesterday, I mean when have I ever had a Tuesday free, Tuesday is always a busy day and Wednesdays are usually my best days (mostly coz of the sleeping in) but usually during normal school time that'd be the ONE sole day of the week, and just. Iunno, but Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday free, WITH minimal homework, seemed like heaven! I mean after that comes finals, and after finals comes freedom.
OR SO I THOUGHT.
/kicks SJYS
la;jflkasjf;ljsd;lfjas;f;dsfjls;jfajlfjlsjflkjaljfasjdfajsdflja;lfjsadflaksdfaf THEIR REHEARSAL SCHEDULE. *WOE* It's not as bad as Readings in the Redwoods, but there goes my entire Wednesday, oh yes, TODAY, and I wasn't even FOREWARNED they just STOLE 4 hours of my time, andandand guess what?
TOMORROW AGAIN. W00T.
so much for that.
And Saturday! 6 HOURS. GWAHHHHHHHHH WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FREEDOM. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
*cries*
oh and I don't have as little homework as I thought, because I have a bunch of random projects due. And while the projects themselves aren't anything much, when you put a lot together they amount to quite a substantial amount, and the first final is Friday and that suddenly seems a lot closer, and I have a freakin' recital sometime this weekend I don't even know when or if it clashes with SJYS, I also know I'm not ready because, wut, I've been off in the East Coast where, hello, there is no hotel-piano for me to practise with (incidentally, we had a really really crazily nice hotel that was all white and clean and shiny everywhere and kind of reminded me of an asylum since asylums are all white? yeah it was that clean), and guess what I was counting on? Coming back, relaxing a bit with the free time, practising piano a lot (and still having time left over because yes, there's that much time, or more accurately, there WAS), and I was supposed to practice before I left but I seriously, honestly had no time whatsoever then because of Readings in the Redwoods, which had me LIVING at school from morning 7:50 to 10 pm at night and seriously you can't expect me to practice anything when I get home I'm dead already don't even mention homework >>; and I left the day after Readings, so really, really, really, WHAT do you expect?!
Just. alsjfd;ldsjflkajfdjkadfjla;
I'm also cranky and tired and have a backache from sitting in a chair playing cello too long, that might be why I'm ranting so much. Haha things will look better in the morning. And probably it'll look better after dad makes me my coffee.
yeah I know I once realized the profound truth of life. Where ranting makes you angrier, because it can feed your anger. But there's also a certain vindictiveness to it? Sometimes rants are necessary. shhhhh if I'm self-contradictory. XD
It's just that feeling of NO REST, y'know. I seriously thought I'd be getting a while of peace, some time to recuperate, because while traveling to Boston and Cambridge was fun and all, let's face it, vacationing like that isn't the same as resting. ahahahahaa~
So I keep thinking I'll get some rest. All through the year. I've had one recital after another, one concert after another, one audition after another, just. As soon as one thing ends or BEFORE one thing ends another thing comes up or maybe two things or three things or GOD KNOWS HOW MANY but in any case there's just never any time in between! And when the music died down poetry took over and that was torture for a month or two, then as soon as it ended I was off to Boston and as soon as I'm back SJYS grabs hold of me, and guess what? Summer won't do anything, because their ridiculous rehearsal schedule's going straight through summer up until... you guessed it. The moment we leave! Because, of course, we're rehearsing for the Europe trip.
LKF:JASLKJFDSKLJGVLKS:DJFL:AJDJSK:LDFJAKLDLAJLKFJDLFJ:ASJLAJDL:
and I get that feeling that it'll never end. after I come back from Europe I... go to Europe again! And I bet something else will steal me over the rest of my summer remaining to me, which isn't that much anyway. And then JUNIOR YEAR STARTS.
workworkworkwork and no time in between to recuperate! I can stand a lot of pressure, but for SO much to be SO constant is going to wither me eventually until I... crack! like an egg! pop. I mean. the only rest I foresee is second semester senior year. and OH, that is SO close. I'm just, you know, two years away from it. can't be that long to wait.
anyway, after wasting all that time ranting, I feel slightly more... vindictive. And I've my coffee now. So I'll live. And now I have to go practise piano for the laaaaaame recital, because even LAAAAAAAAAAMER SJYS stole all my piano practice time. Hell, it stole cello practice time on top of that. and most importantly, LUXURIOUS INDULGENCE TIME. T____________T
yup. *angsts over life*
ahaha I have fake emo cuts on my arm too. How ironic. Earlier yesterday Vivian insisted on graffiti-ing my arm during Calc, and it still hasn't washed off. my other arm was mauled by Stephanie, and has a smiling fat monkey on it. one with a heart-shaped face. o____o
2308 edit: ...hm. After actually practicing piano, I'm not actually angry any more. At least Rachmaninoff's a piece worth practicing, yanno?
Music cleanses the soul. :)
...and maybe coffee too. a little bit. in a shortcut, eventual unhealthy side effects sort of way.
