straight, no chaser

I know a boy who doesn't have any original thoughts of his own. I made this realization today and it was a sad one, because he's a dear, but such a follower. I won't say he's a tool because I reserve that word for people who fail in life. I still love the kid, but just view him in a slightly grayer light now.

Oh my god, I'm sure I've made such a fool of myself by IMing people (whom I haven't spoken to in ages) while inebriated, but it's incredibly annoying to be in the receiving end of these IMs. Ew, now THIS girl is for sure a tool. That's the thing about getting duh-runk: lots of confidence, but most of it is fake like tara reid's boobs.

I am really enjoying this picture. It's from Live8; I kind of wish I had been at the Hyde Park concert...Pink Floyd reunited?!?! NUH-UH!!! Amazing. Listening to them gives me the impression that life has twenty-three dimensions to it...or a number something like that, give or take a dimension.

I got the two most random facebook friend requests in one day...a double whammy. They weren't exactly random in the pleasant "oh i haven't seen/heard from this lovely person in ages!" kind of way. It was more like "what the fuck, are you serious?"

On a random note (what else is new), I love Missy Elliot, and that's that.

I desperately want a fountain pen. By now you probably know I have compulsive urges to run out and purchase the most random objects. The last time this feeling possessed me, I ran out and bought a polaroid camera. The next time, I wanted to get a typewriter, but Elena restrained me. She expects that I'll probably have one in tow when we move in come September (muhaha). And now, I really would like to own a fountain pen. I'd make good use of it, I promise!

Had coffee with Angel today, and we reminisced about our old piano school days. I vented to her my whole dramatic story of quitting the piano school; it was winter of freshman year at spence, I had taken on varsity swimming (bad bad judgment), was still trying to adjust to a new school, while balancing schoolwork and the pressure from piano school. The teacher had basically guaranteed me the second to last spot on the carnegie hall program for that may, with a crazy rachmaninoff piece, which was a big deal since it would have only been my second performance with the school, and being second to last on the program is pretty bitchinnn. So basically, I went berserk and told her that I couldn't humanly live my life the way I did, and manage to practice every day for hours. She basically had no empathy whatsoever, that bitch, and so I quit. Because something told me that having a nervous breakdown at the age of 14 wasn't healthy...? And anyway, it was only after I vented that whole story To Angel that I realized how traumatizing that whole experience was for me haha.
But I also realized that if I hadn't hated her that much (and by association, I began to hate classical piano altogether), I wouldn't have taken a hiatus, and then I wouldn't have started randomly missing the piano and writing music! So voila!
Anyway. That was a long story. Moving on.

I'm scrapping the Dylan cover and instead, am replacing it with two Sarah McLachlan pieces, "Building A Mystery," and one of my all time favorites, "Do What You Have To Do." Arranged both of them in a relatively short amount of time today...they're fun, I'm excited to record them.

Oh okay so I just had a random flashback to when Danielle, Billy and I stayed up basically all night cramming for a politics exam in the basement of the bobst, and at 2 am we were going crazy and took a break, ran outside and bought stoned wheat thins (no, the wheat thins aren't stoned...) and brie cheese and devoured it while listening to music and going over spatial models. And then there was that time I filled a mug with chardonnay and walked into the steinhardt building sipping from it, sat myself down in a room and wrote music for a few hours.
There's no point to these stories except that I would really adore some stoned wheat thins, brie or sharp cheddar, and wine right about now. And maybe some friends to wash it all down with.



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