Wow. I am having a shitty day. Hadda get up early and rehearse this stupid scene that goes up tomorrow, for starters. I don't wanna be in acting school anymore. Doing this shit is like chewing tinfoil, and I've got 2 more months to go.
After my morning class, where I discovered there's an entire book I'm supposed to have that nobody told me about therefore I failed a quiz, I headed up to 57th Street to get some sheet music. For those of you not around here, it's raining that evil, drizzly, cold, sticky kind of rain that seems to be really popular around here.
Naturally, Patelson's didn't have it, so I had to find this place they referred me to called Frank Music Company. This, as it turns out, has been the high point of my day. Franks is on the 10th floor of an office building, and they have the most filled-out stock I've ever seen. You have to know what you're looking for, though; it's all behind the counter. Also, for some strange reason, they sell farm fresh eggs for $3.50 a dozen. Go figure.
The sheet music was ungodly expensive, so I figured on the way home I'd check my balance at the bank and maybe get 20 bucks. After waiting in line, the person in front of me broke the goddamn ATM.
Also, today lottery cards for next year's housing are due. This was, to me, a sick sad reminder that I have no idea who my roommates will be for next year. You see, with one notable exception all my friends are upperclassmen, girls, aren't planning on returning to this school, or never went here in the first place. The one notable exception got snatched up by another group before I could ask him. So ny card was submitted with no roommate names, and it's pretty much luck of the draw who I'm going to be rooming with next year. Read: very possibly, all the other guys nobody wants to room with.
Well, now I've got class. For which I haven't done the work. My day isn't even halfway over; I've got 2 more classes, and then crew 'till 10:30. I don't even know when I'm fitting food in.
FUCK.
After my morning class, where I discovered there's an entire book I'm supposed to have that nobody told me about therefore I failed a quiz, I headed up to 57th Street to get some sheet music. For those of you not around here, it's raining that evil, drizzly, cold, sticky kind of rain that seems to be really popular around here.
Naturally, Patelson's didn't have it, so I had to find this place they referred me to called Frank Music Company. This, as it turns out, has been the high point of my day. Franks is on the 10th floor of an office building, and they have the most filled-out stock I've ever seen. You have to know what you're looking for, though; it's all behind the counter. Also, for some strange reason, they sell farm fresh eggs for $3.50 a dozen. Go figure.
The sheet music was ungodly expensive, so I figured on the way home I'd check my balance at the bank and maybe get 20 bucks. After waiting in line, the person in front of me broke the goddamn ATM.
Also, today lottery cards for next year's housing are due. This was, to me, a sick sad reminder that I have no idea who my roommates will be for next year. You see, with one notable exception all my friends are upperclassmen, girls, aren't planning on returning to this school, or never went here in the first place. The one notable exception got snatched up by another group before I could ask him. So ny card was submitted with no roommate names, and it's pretty much luck of the draw who I'm going to be rooming with next year. Read: very possibly, all the other guys nobody wants to room with.
Well, now I've got class. For which I haven't done the work. My day isn't even halfway over; I've got 2 more classes, and then crew 'till 10:30. I don't even know when I'm fitting food in.
FUCK.
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ok, it is.