GAHHH my blog used to be so much better. I'm sorry for the mopey post I just posted, but it needed to be done. I will do my best to post more chipper blogs for a while.
I've been through a lot this semester; it's been the worst semester of my life (worse than when my best friend Kelci moved away in the middle of 9th grade and I turned into a hermit that didn't want anything to do with a social life. I dyed my hair dark brown. Yeah.) And it's still not over. I'm still getting through it, and I'm still trying to learn from it (isn't life a bitch? she gives you the test before she gives you the lesson...) But I'm working on it. I'm pushing through, trying to stay productive.
Finals are also next week. So I'm going to be spending this week studying my bootay off, working on my jury songs (which are not ready yet..ugh), and writing a 10 page psych paper. Woo hoo. Also, I think I'm sending my social life into hibernation this week. That sounds like a good idea. Alright. Wish me luck!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Okay.
So apparently on December 22, I had adorable hands. I can not remember what made me believe that so firmly that I had to blog about it (other than the fact that my hands are adorable.) So here's what's happened in my life this semester.
I got a boyfriend.
We broke up.
I got the lead role in the opera (as well as 3 other girls, wtf.)
I never got to perform the role.
My major was Vocal Performance.
Now it's Entertainment Industry Management.
I've made some new friends.
I hope they last, I like them a lot.
I still feel lonely. Did I mention that I felt lonely in another post? If I didn't, here I am now. All of my really close friends go to Mississippi College, Ole Miss, or State. I haven't found my place here. I haven't found a home in Hattiesburg yet. and it's lonely. The new friends I made don't live here. They live at home. My home. Not my house, mind you, obviously. I'm unbelievably ready for summer. I need a break from this place, these people, these situations, this music department, to just live. Just me. And my life. To live.
Speaking of life, Osama Bin Laden was killed tonight by US Navy Seals. In my lifetime, I have never seen America unite in joy. I've seen America unite after tragedies (9/11, Katrina), but never in joy. And some people say, "We shouldn't be joyous about the death of a fellow human being." And I can't help but think of how joyous Bin Laden felt when his plan for 9/11 succeeded and killed thousands of US citizens, family members, good members of society, people who didn't deserve to die. Because of this, I can't feel sympathetic for Bin Laden. The world is certainly a better place without him. God Bless America.
I got a boyfriend.
We broke up.
I got the lead role in the opera (as well as 3 other girls, wtf.)
I never got to perform the role.
My major was Vocal Performance.
Now it's Entertainment Industry Management.
I've made some new friends.
I hope they last, I like them a lot.
I still feel lonely. Did I mention that I felt lonely in another post? If I didn't, here I am now. All of my really close friends go to Mississippi College, Ole Miss, or State. I haven't found my place here. I haven't found a home in Hattiesburg yet. and it's lonely. The new friends I made don't live here. They live at home. My home. Not my house, mind you, obviously. I'm unbelievably ready for summer. I need a break from this place, these people, these situations, this music department, to just live. Just me. And my life. To live.
Speaking of life, Osama Bin Laden was killed tonight by US Navy Seals. In my lifetime, I have never seen America unite in joy. I've seen America unite after tragedies (9/11, Katrina), but never in joy. And some people say, "We shouldn't be joyous about the death of a fellow human being." And I can't help but think of how joyous Bin Laden felt when his plan for 9/11 succeeded and killed thousands of US citizens, family members, good members of society, people who didn't deserve to die. Because of this, I can't feel sympathetic for Bin Laden. The world is certainly a better place without him. God Bless America.
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