all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon

Thursday, January 11, 2007

tween angst.

I'm not going to lie. The only class I am not bitter about right now is percussion methods, and that's probably just because I get to hit stuff. I don't think I have ever been this moody in my life. Ever.

They should not give us vacations. Then we get used to doing what we like to do. Funny, because I like playing the violin and that is why I am going to school. Somehow being a music major is preventing me from playing the violin. Liberal arts is not the way to fly. Who the *censor* assigns a 4 page paper due the second day of class?

2 Comments:

Blogger Matt Hulstein said...

I think it is very good you and I are friends.

Matt

PS, my word verification was imbome. I like that word.

1:57 AM

 
Blogger Ruthie said...

ew. Was that Dr. Holm, perchance?

I usually got annoyed in perc methods because we instinctively reverted to third grade when we couldn't pay attention because we had noisemakers in front of us. I usually left the class with a headache.

LOVE!

8:10 PM

 

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