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sleepdancer
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Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 3/28/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, Christianity, Opera, Politics, Art, Writing, Books, Food, Movies.
Expertise: Music/singing. Poetry, stories. Art/painting.
Website: visit my website
AIM:  OperaChick87
Member Since:
5/24/2004
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don't mess with me. | | |
| yay, everything is really happy right now.
Except I'm very not-good at choreography (sp?). Like it requires more concentration for me than calculus. And I would know. I've taken calculus.
So I feel like since coming here I've gotten dumber. I mean, I'm doing what I love, which is great and amazing and all, but my only truly academic class is Biology, and it's really easy. I'm not really sure how to challenge myself mentally. But I really have no desire to study other things independently of my major because well... I'm swamped as it is. Like if I hadn't wanted to do music, I would have come to a completely different school. Maybe Rice, or something like that. I had the grades and the test scores for it. But I'm also glad I don't have to worry about that stuff anymore... meh. Strange combination of feelings there.
Well I'm off to go get German help from Dr. Schuler. He's so very cool. And so very German. | | |
| been forever.
This weekend sucks.
I finished my Harry Potter book, and unless I drive to walmart (hah, fat chance) right now, I have nothing to read. Except the assigned reading. Which I'm not going to do.
Caroline constantly leaves me to go hang out with guys. It's getting really annoying. We're supposed to be best friends, but I certainly don't feel like we are. I feel like she uses me. The only time she wants to hang out with me is when she doesn't have anyone else to eat with. And I find that really annoying. So once again, while she's out doing her 17-year-old gallavanting in the chaos that is Austin with boys, marijuana, and alcohol, I am alone in my dorm room doing nothing.
School is great, I have so much fun with everyone during class, but as soon as the weekend comes, I am alone. *sigh* I really need to find a group of reliable friends soon.... | | |
| Ok I'm waiting. Fix me. I can't do it, and I'm tired of trying, frankly. I'm tired of being distracted. I'm tired of feeling anxious. You said You'd give me peace, so lets out with it. Please?
I don't know what to do with myself. Fill me up, fix me. | | |
| Is anyone out there???
It's been so long since I've looked at this thing.
Where are all of you?? | | |
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