Well, i think i'm auditioning for a summer program at Berklee.
It'd be five weeks long or some shit and pretty damn costly.
But i'd have to study jazz since they don't offer classical.
The jazz competition we're in at Cape Henry is Tuesday. neat.

For the last week or so i have been listening non-stop to:


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i've joined those who follow the ingenious philosophy of Bobby McFerrin:
"Don't worry, be happy."      
And for these passed few days, it's been nice.


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i'm tired of this part of the world.

March 16:

i really fucked up.

i begin everything with the end in mind.
and i learn absolutely nothing from it.

i was lost in a reverie for what i calculated to be slightly over a half hour.

topics i recall basking over:

Soft Machine.
Gallerino.
S1.
Lucy.
THE Backyard.
84.

i don't know why those subjects stood out more than others.

and i noticed that i was smiling until i stepped out of it.

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come on, where is it?

St. Valentine needs to be stabbed.
He and his goddamn overrated holiday suck.

i hope i forget.

"Rogaine" is already out of control.
Few would understand what i mean.
But to be honest,
i'm glad it'd be only them.
Others probably know as well
-i'm not that idiotic.
And to be honest,
i don't give a rat's ass.

See you on the other side.