I think I hear bells.

Why am I held to a higher standard than others?

Mendelssohn's friend called me last night, and we arranged for me to stop by at 4pm today ( Read more... )

Two down, two to go. I got an 85 on my ten page paper. If I did well enough today on the exam, which I highly doubt, I may pass the jazz class. Time for a nap, then I get to practice singing all day as long as my mother's not home. Fun fun. In other words, please shoot me.

One down, three to go. Two more days of hell. One more day of listening to nothing but jazz. It's not that I dislike jazz, just that I'm jazzed out at the moment, and the exam is tomorrow morning at 8am ( Read more... )

How sad it is, when some things never change.

Two more classes to go. Three full exams, and a twenty minute singing exam. Six days. The paper is handed in. There's no homework left. Today's another day that's all work from the moment I wake until I reach the bar this evening. Alcohol is my lifeblood, and nicotine-rich smoke, my air. A commercial establishment near Rice's has been having ( Read more... )

Well, the ten page paper is edited and printed, despite the strong objections of my printer. My face is shaved. My dinner is eaten. My homework is half done. The bathroom is heating up, and I'll listen to jazz while showering and shaving. Once I'm done with the shower, I belong to Rice, and if Rice calls before the homework is done, then the ( Read more... )

I have too much to do. Rice and I have plans to do something tonight, and I don't know what's up Rice's sleeve, but I'm sure it's something. I guess it'll make things more interesting, heh. Before that, I need to shave (face), shower and shave (body), eat dinner, and do my homeowork ( Read more... )

Well, I'm five pages into my paper, after about three hours of work. I stopped at 7pm for dinner, and I'm going to start again at 9pm. With any luck, I should be done with the damned thing by midnight. I can't wait for this semester to end. Just eight more days...