....I'm getting a new LJ, because I don't like having hyphens in my username. I'm now Astolante, and I've added all my friends to this account. If you want to add me, then you know who I am.

I really can't be bothered with any of this. How is it about fucking time, anyway? Gods, the complete ignorance, the self obsessed rambling, the default, forced hapiness, just having to relive everything I've done wrong, having every person I can't stand in my head, all talking, arguine, being, and I don't fucking care. So why the hell are they ( Read more... )

I have a swing band piece to replace *shrug*, most of a requiem aeternam to go with my Kyrie and four different integrated assignments. And I'm still bored.
I do, however, have Indian cornflake mix. With whole cloves :)

I like Christmas, I really do, but I hate the way every advert, even everyone you seem to talk to seems about a perfect couple sharing Christmas, or a perfect family with the perfect 2.4 children, the way everyone is just so sickeningly sweet and happy, and that somehow means everyone else has to be, just because, just because they are. I make no ( Read more... )

*facepalm*
Spacemen travelling pianists and custard creams and chocolate and carols and jeans and *facepalm*

Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence


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Got a new dress yesterday for the cabaret. £20

:D

It's black with green lacy stuff over it, thin straps, and a really full skirt that rustles when i move, and a sort of corset body with boning.

We're putting the tree up today!

*squee*

Christmas cuddle!
Lalaaa. Been hopping between mad panice and crying over mocks and music exams to mad squeefulness and being generally bouncy.
Mr Turmeau decided to humiliate me in music (but not much else different, really), but Mr Meredith actually likes my integrated assignment. *looks veryvery surprised*

....*bounce*

Aww.
Been organised for once and written all my school Christmas cards, so I've been going around all day pouncing on people when I see someone that's got a card. Matthew Archer did turn a rather nice shade of pink when he got his. Which clashed with his (bright, goldfish ginger :P ) hair. Heehee. He was all bashful.

You scored as Age 36-70 years. You are heading over the hill. Stop thinking about what you used to be!

Age 36-70 years
80%
20-35
70%
Age 0-12 years
60%
Age 13-19 years
45%
Age 71+ years
5%
How old is your SOUL?
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Oh, dear.