oye VEY

life is sad, life is a bust
all you can do is do what you must
you do what you must do and you do it well
I do it for you honey-baby can't you tell.

My parents have decided that my impending wedding is going to inconvenience them, and because Eric and I are not willing to meet them halfway (which they did not inform us we were to do), they will purchase their plane tickets and hotel room; nothing else.

And I'm the immature one.

!

i called off the wedding.

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Life is good, parents and Marja reconciled, I am ITCHING to record my half-conceived concept album.

I am going to go into Ethnomusicology, I will travel the world, write an extremely original book on the wonders of music, its origins, its all-encompassing glory.

Die or believe.

I went to class to-day but skipped and went to the library where I felt too hot.
(I still feel too hot.__) tried for forty minutes to read The Sea Gull & found I'd read three pages without actually understanding anything (Chekov is exhausting) so I walked out of the library to go on my heated way, forgot to buy a blank tape to make a tape for jen' ( Read more... )

P.S. I played an acoustic version of R. Specktor's "fidelity" at the wedding and it turned out really well. I was very proud of myself.

Eric is drunk on the couch, mad at me. I am going to go butter him up.

maybe.

I want an action figure.

Shit.

I forgot what I was going to say. I am very tired and I have to get up early tomorrow morning, I have to not be nervous because I am playing some songs at my friend Nikki's wedding reception, I am really in a Beck phase right now.