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The problem with having a really cool desktop picture is that it gets really irritating when it's all covered up by windows and you can't see it.

And then you have daydreams about it in Latin and forget that once you've finished your test you can turn it in and go.

I can't wait till I get the Warwick DVD. I have minty things, but that just doesn't cut it. People my roommate brings home look at me funny if I play with my knives.

Writing, whether with words or notes, is not working lately. Drawing is only slightly better. Work is out of the question. The only thing I can do competently is listen to music. Maybe sing (haven't tried today).

Modes are cool. Dorian! Mixolydian! Phrygian! I love my theory class. Or, rather, I could do without most of the people in the class, but I love the teacher.

I once had a stick. Now I have an incomprehensible squiggle of wire and rocks and spirals and a copper rose and a leaf bead. On a stick. Don't ask me. I was bored. Almost as bored as I am now. Though I suppose you could call it lonely, because it's bored in a specific way. Only ever lonely specifically.

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I will no doubt have eardrum damage from the pirates in my headphones by the end of the night, but I'm tired of practicing my part in the Vivaldi duet (it's the Vivaldi Gloria. Yeah. It sucks. Come see it on Monday night anyway), no more copper will fit in my hair, I really don't want to practice piano and this wire project thingy is looking cool. Not the stick. This is a new one.

If hemiola were a person, I would have his babies.