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| I went on one last night. It was a freakin' blast.
I was hanging out with E-Pat, and Hulk called her to invite her (and then, by extension, me) along on an adventure.
The basics:
We washed Hulk's car.
His jeep.
By which I mean...
...we piled in, drove it into an automatic car wash, and began the process. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and, additionally, very cold.
To dry off--I've never been that wet in my entire life, including times I have submerged myself in water--we ripped up and down the interstate a few times.
Good times, good times.
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| I think there's something wrong with me.
I mean, psychologically.
I don't feel good. Like, right now, I'm sort of blah, which is about par for the course here lately. There's been a lot of the don't-wanna-do-anythings going on with me, especially this last couple of weeks.
I mean, I forgot my composition lesson last week, this week I still haven't done much. I'm not bothered.
Well, I'm bothered that I'm not bothered. It's my COMPOSITION lesson. My favorite thing in the WORLD, pretty much, and I'm just like, you know, blech.
I don't understand.
I wish I could go back to a simpler time.
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| Why does the heart insist on being so damn complicated?
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| I don't understand why I'm not tired.
I mean, I'll be tired when I try to get up, but I can't sleep. With my luck I'll end up sleeping through Japanese.
AGAIN.
Mother fury.
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| 1. How do I tell Jackman that I haven't ordered music because I'm poor? I had all summer to find a job so I could buy this shit, and I couldn't do it. I don't even want to, anymore. I mean...I like the clarinet, I'm more excited than I thought I would be, but... my heart's not really in clarinet playing, you know? I mean, I'd rather take the 14-18 hours/week it would take me to prepare my senior recital and instead write music with it.
2. I wish my feelings made more sense a lot of the time. Is that normal?
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