"There's something about Sunday night that really makes you want to kill yourself. Especially if you've just been totally made a fool of by the only person you'll ever love, and you have a geometry midterm on Monday... which you still haven't studied for." -angela chase
That quote is my life currently. Well, the midterm part at least, not the made a fool of bit.
gah... I hate midterms. I hate the whole concept of midterms, and tests, and school, and grades... I just wanna drop out of school and live in a downtown loft, drinking chai and listening to Erykah Badu. ahhh, that would be lovely.
anyways, I had the most amazing weekend, from my successful audition to hanging out with the love of my life... the days go by so damn quickly now, it's bizarre.
QUESTION: would you rather be known for your greatness as a writer, a musician, a painter, or a photographer?
passion with two sugars, Robin.
That quote is my life currently. Well, the midterm part at least, not the made a fool of bit.
gah... I hate midterms. I hate the whole concept of midterms, and tests, and school, and grades... I just wanna drop out of school and live in a downtown loft, drinking chai and listening to Erykah Badu. ahhh, that would be lovely.
anyways, I had the most amazing weekend, from my successful audition to hanging out with the love of my life... the days go by so damn quickly now, it's bizarre.
QUESTION: would you rather be known for your greatness as a writer, a musician, a painter, or a photographer?
passion with two sugars, Robin.
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Audition!!! I want to hear all about it!
Right now, I would rather be known for photography.
i really need some chai. LOL @ E Badu. You better not drop out yet...remember this progression:
I ii N6 V/IV IV V...............a half cadence. it's an imperfect half cadence becasue the root is only in the bass, not the soprano.
this post is really messy looking...i'm a bit frazzled right now
Anyways- I guess I'd wanna be famed for my photography since by my own admissions my painting probably isn't enough to get me into art school, I go from being able to sing to sounding like a cat being kicked-in, and my writing is... well, eccentric at best- and not in a William Burroughs kinda way