india.arie wrote a good song entitled Private Party. I'm listening to it now. Sometimes I wish she were a man so that I could sing the songs and actually have the lyrics apply to me.
I'm havin' a private party
Learnin' how to love me
Celebrating the woman I've become
Uhh... yeah. Haven't become a woman and I can't say that's under my to-do list.
I just had to write my biography for my piano concert coming up and I realized that I really haven't done much at Tufts in regards to that dastardly word "extra-curriculars." Time passes way too fucking quickly at college and there's not much that you can do about it; and so it goes on. It really does. I swear, if you want to get involved in a club, you HAVE to do it extremely early, quickly, and STUFF. It's really peeving, miffing, vexing, and irking.
Today sucked because I didn't get to play outside. I'm speaking in kids' terms but it's obvious that that's why today sucked. When your sleep schedule is fucked up and you have commitments in the later afternoon: oops, you suck at life! That's me right now: sucking not in, outside of, or apart from life, but at it. Yes. @life. Sleeping from 6 or 7 AM to 2 or 3 PM isn't good.
But it don't matter, no: because I'm going to the Philippines quite soon. So right now, I'm just like, what's the point? But there is a point: the piano concert. So I'm stuck in a sort of discontent that's the result of the inconvenience of my sleep schedule. Sucks to be stuck.
If I tried to sleep now I'd just fall asleep four hours later and sleep badly because I'd inhale too much dust (my room sucks).
Am I ready? Boo. (thumbs up) Yes. Long, long yesterday...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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