but then it always comes down to me not being able to say what i want to.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

*ahem*

i desperately need some motivation here.

i was in a banquet hall with a bunch of people (adults) that i didn't know, eating soup that consisted of croissants floating in heated red wine, talking about french politics.

i'm not even joking. that was my dream.

stiff-jointed and sore i slide into the chair
i see her words on the screen and it looks like something out of a movie
and suddenly i miss her

do you ever wish you had no attachments.

pulled between here and there, elasticity, i feel stretched

"Won't you please rearrange me?

rearrangemerearrangemerearrangemerearrangeme

I don't think I'm wrong or the things in my life are wrong. But these things are incorrect. They must be rearranged. Take the pieces of me and put them in a different order and SOLVE me.

Make me good again."

-Zoe Trope

great job to everyone in the one-acts and cabaret!

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i'm in such a great mood!

i have no idea why!

it is wondahfulllll

major epiphany yesterday:

it is called an octave because it encompasses 8 whole steps

oct = 8

one of those things you realize and then want to slap yourself because you hadn't acknowledged it before