What a weekend indeed. It's been one helluva week and this semester will be one to remember -- if I can remember it that is. Lemme start by talking about Friday ( Read more... )

It's been one helluva weekend... I'll tell all about it in a few hours. Right now, I gotta get some sleep

Officially one week into the spring semester... and Thursdays are gonna be a bitch to say the least. I was in class (or at out of my room) from 11:30 in the morning until like 11-ish PM. Musicianship was good... got out early but I stayed until the end to practice ear training some more. What Celotto does is just assign a certain song to a certain ( Read more... )

It was a good day. Any day that starts out with talking to Eileen is guaranteed to be fun. I talked to her for like a half hour before my class. I'm totally going to convert her into a wrestling fan. It's on the to-do list. Anyway, Musicianship was fun... so far not as bad as I thought it would be. I officially know that I have a tenor singing ( Read more... )

Wasn't sure if I wanted to post today... nothing really special happened. Euro Art Music II is gonna be a major bitch this semester. I'm looking at a 2 page paper due every class which I'm not looking forward to at all. Got my USGA office hour out of the way as well today. Other than that, I really did nothing else for the day. After dinner I went ( Read more... )

There are no choices... nothing but a straight line.
The illusion comes afterward when you ask, "Why me?" and "What if?"
When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree or forked lightning.

If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you... it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.

You Are 16 Years Old
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A funhouse is a linear sequence of scares: Take it or leave it is your only choice. Makes you think about free will: Have our choices been made for us because of who we are?

The past is a gaping hole: You try to run from it, but the more you run the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels ( Read more... )