On my social life

Now, by the look of my recent-ish posts, one might think that I’ve become skilled in social interactions. I haven’t. I really haven’t. I spent the entire week recording myself on the piano for audition tapes, writing essays, and procrastinating. My only interactions were a random run on Saturday with MH and MB, a hike

Thanks

“Happy Thanksgiving to you as well madam. I’m thankful for your endless stream of optimism that can always brighten my day :)” “Happy Thanksgiving! Thank you for being an awesome friend! ouo b” “Haha psht whatevs ;P haha jk same” “Awww, happy thanksgiving to you too! I’m thankful for you also! Don’t know how fat

HONY

NY Times

From an article I read; not sure which one: In the end, maybe going to a conservatory is like being a compulsive gambler: It is one big bet, but the drive to study music is so blinding, and doing anything else so inconceivable, that young players are oblivious to the risk. Sometimes it is hard

WB

So I had another satisfying long chat with WB yesterday. We pretty much talked about everything, but what stands out to me is that I finally asked if he had liked me. He gave a pretty confusing answer, but from what I gathered, he had. Or maybe he hadn’t. Anyway, I don’t know if he

Dream

Ok, disclaimer, this one’s disturbing. But I must defend myself: I recently found out my friend was being used by a douche at our school. Booty calls and blow jobs from a girl who can’t say no. I worry for her. But anyway, that’s probably the root of a gross dream like this. So, dream,

Pearl of the Day

“Destiny guides our fortunes more favorably than we could have expected. Look there, Sancho Panza, my friend, and see those thirty or so wild giants, with whom I intend to do battle and kill each and all of them, so with their stolen booty we can begin to enrich ourselves. This is nobel, righteous warfare,

Dream

There’s a new bathroom at school. It’s co-ed, it’s wide open (no door), and there’s one stall in dead open. I try to sit on it, not thinking, and then I see some guy coming and I realize how awkward it it. I try to go to a stall, but their all disgusting. When I

KD

KD by my window on the way to his star-gazing spot (full moon). I took out the mosquito screen. We talked with air between us. 1am.