Oh, how I've neglected you. Though I come to you at the most inconvenient of times, I wanted to let you know that I understand now.

However, I must attend to my dusty piano. I will feed it Bach and Zipoli. Poor soul.

I will revel in the fact that I exhale emotive melody with my body.

I feel incompetent. And taken advantage of.

Why the fuck am I so nice? Is it just desperation? I need to be more willing to displease than look and feel like a fool.

Jesus christ...

I've gotten nothing out of this.

 HE WON!!!!!

I just realized that I am in desperate need of chapstick.

And a hair upgrade.
I'm thinking red with some turquoise flair?

Despite the stigma that surrounds me, I need to be more daring.

My writing is always short, curt, to the point. I'll write short stories.

UCF sucks. They lost my transcript, which, in turn, caused my financial aid to be delayed. Now, they've botched up my major.

Maybe I'm just inept. Maybe it's me. Fuck.

My head hurts.

I just bought really sweet shoes that are a 1950s aqua and have silver swooshes on the sides!

I truly feel the need to travel right now. I hope I get to leave this place for Christmas.

I love dissonance used for the sake of beauty. It's fantastic.

Started school again... I'm going to have an interesting four years ahead of me.

I have auditions tomorrow. Needless to say: I'm nervous, very nervous. I'm also worried about my piano class. I really should've taken piano when I was younger. Damn it.

Fuck living at home. Fuck it.

I'd love to have parents who were heavy sleepers. Goddamn.

And things are finally looking up...

I no longer have the floor beneath my feet, and it makes me ecstatic.

New York was lovely, rejuvenating in the least. I am glad to get a good shower, though.

Goodnight, world.

So, does anyone else have this particular shower dilemma? Like, I seem to plan out my showers more than other people and rarely ever according to my physical state at the present moment ( Read more... )