1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? I keep my closet half open all of the time so you can see the rainbow of clothing inside.
2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Not unless it’s some good shampoo or conditioner. I’m picky.
3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Tucked in at the ends
4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? Nope
5: Do you like to use post-it notes? I like them, but don’t use them very much.
6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? No.
7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? A big bear.
8: Do you have freckles? Yes. They’ve faded a lot, but if I go outside they always start coming back quickly.
9: Do you always smile for pictures? Ish. I used to always smile, but sometimes the braces make me really self conscious.
10: What is your biggest pet peeve? People not being honest with me/holding back what they want to say when having an important conversation.
American Horror Story: Flutes on Music Stands
American Horror Story: Open Drinks on Pianos
I think I may be gayer than originally planned
PRAISE JESUS I don’t have to resubmit my paper for music history.
I thought that I did a horrible job, and submitted it rather hurriedly when it was due. I thought that it was so bad that I couldn’t even bring myself to reread it. Apparently I projected my own feelings of exhaustion and delirium on the actual quality of the paper, because my teacher gave me an A, and then gave me comments saying that I didn’t have to resubmit it as a final draft…so that’s pretty sweet.
I did reread it tonight, and it’s a lot more coherent and well-argued than I thought it was at the time. I guess it’s a good thing that my writing was much better than my state of mind at the time rather than the other way around.
I have a lot of studying to do for my music history exam on Monday and a boatload of work for music tech to do over the weekend, but knowing that I don’t have to rework my paper on top of those things is a pretty wonderful feeling.
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
learning languages is fun until i gotta do it for a grade
Learning new things in general is fun until I have to do it for a grade
probably should stop crushing on straight girls soon