| my need to get out of here has never been so strong
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| welcome back
i hope things are okay
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| I hate this fucking place
really I do
I hate being known as the over achiever among my peers. Now even my professor is making snide comments about me. Fucking super. This is just what I want out of college. NOT.
Do I smell a transfer coming up? Quite possibly.
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| So, its Thanksgiving, and I've made my list of everything I'm thankful for. It's too long, so I'm not posting it.
Everyone being home finally makes home feel like home again. And the high school feel like the old high school once more. So, everything is absolutely perfect. Okay, well, I can't exactly say everything. There is one thing that doesn't feel like it should, and I honestly hope those feelings go away soon, or something needs to change.
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| so, lately that stupid Anselma room has gotten too noisy
and
everyone knows i'm there... and those are the people who just don't know what... "i have a lot of work to do today" means... so they just keep on gabbing about random shit that i honestly don't care about.
so yesterday, once that one incredibly annoying person left, saying they'll come back, and to be honest, I didn't want them to come back... i had work to do
i mean theres distractions and then distractions you just dont want. someone watching how your pinky twitches, is one of the latter...
so i got up and headed straight for the Wilbur Arts Center remembering that little inset room with couches and tables where I waited for my audition in april
and to my surprise, despite it being right next to the practice rooms, it was the quietest space ive been in in the entire school. quieter than the library as a matter of fact (no librarians going nuts looking for a page of a book that went missing in 2003...) I mean, quiet disregarding the practicing trombone but you know what? i was totally fine with that because, the person could actually play which. was a breath of fresh air
then a bunch of people from orchestra came, which was a very pleasant distraction, yelling at HaHa for not knowing the beatles outside of Across the Universe, to the stupidity of Two Girls One Cup, to... genetics xD
very pleasant distraction
but once they left ( : ( ) i got back to work, and other than the kid with the red sony viao and his random bursts of laughter at whatever he was watching you could hear a pin drop and i got an incredible amount of work done
go figures i go to the music department to find peace and quiet
i guess some things never change
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