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I'm really bored so i'm making what I hate to read---Stupidity.
I can't wait until I find out the results from my PSA contest (I entered a contest where you film a 30 second public service announcement that convinces teens to buckle up) and I'm afraid I'm just going to get a letter from them that says "thank you for participating" without any constructive criticism or comments at all.
I've come to the conclusion that last year sucked and this year is better. My grades sucked, my piano sucked, and just everything else sucked. Thank god things got better this year. I'm so ridiculously happy that I don't go to dance anymore. I overdramatized everything last year way too much.
I had a piano workshop yesterday which lasted three hours, forty minutes of which two old piano teachers argued about how I played Haydn and Scriabin and whether page 4 should sound like this or page 16 should sound like that. Of course I ended up taking Motrin.
Yeah okay i'm sick of hearing myself type. Maybe the finale to The Surreal Life is on for the FORTIETH TIME this weekend and I can test myself to see if I know EXACTLY whats going to be said next. Money.
I can't wait until I find out the results from my PSA contest (I entered a contest where you film a 30 second public service announcement that convinces teens to buckle up) and I'm afraid I'm just going to get a letter from them that says "thank you for participating" without any constructive criticism or comments at all.
I've come to the conclusion that last year sucked and this year is better. My grades sucked, my piano sucked, and just everything else sucked. Thank god things got better this year. I'm so ridiculously happy that I don't go to dance anymore. I overdramatized everything last year way too much.
I had a piano workshop yesterday which lasted three hours, forty minutes of which two old piano teachers argued about how I played Haydn and Scriabin and whether page 4 should sound like this or page 16 should sound like that. Of course I ended up taking Motrin.
Yeah okay i'm sick of hearing myself type. Maybe the finale to The Surreal Life is on for the FORTIETH TIME this weekend and I can test myself to see if I know EXACTLY whats going to be said next. Money.