Completely Exhausted
This day has been so long, and so tiring. My mind is finding it hard to think. I can't even write long sentences.
The day started out with me waking up late, and basically running to class. Class was boring, and then I had a break in which I had to handle some official business. Then my next class was boring. I kept yawning. I had to spend another hour practicing. By this point I'm starving.
Fortunatly, my noon Jazz Piano class was cancelled. This allowed me a small break before meeting my mom for lunch. I had a long lunch with mom and we talked about what was going on back home.
After that I had orchestra which was boring as all get out. I've lost my music so I got a little stressed about that. Then the fun was just beginning.
I was supposed to eat dinner with the Teaching Fellows and the Dean of the College of Education. I could not find them, so I ended up missing the dinner. Then after that, I had praise band practice and then the performance at CCF. I carted my keyboard and stand all the way from the LLC to the other side of campus. Upon getting there, I discovered I had left my chord changes in my room.
So back I walked to my room. Got my chord changes, and then walked back to the other side to practice. Playing was great, and then there was some heavy praying going on. After it was over, I had to cart my keyboard all the way back to the LLC and up that big hill.
Then I had another interesting/serious/revealing/heavy conversation with Jonathan about my romantic life, or lack of one.
So today has been very draining. I'm obviously physically drained, and it shows. I'm mentally drained, as is apparent in my writing. I think most of all I'm emotionally drained.
So, I need a good recharge, and that's where all of you come in. Leave me messages, send me emails. Change my Wall. Re-inspire me to laugh, live, and love again. The sparkle is slowly dulling....you better act fast, less it extinguish.
"Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May: Waiting for the pleasant rambles Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, Where the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way; Ah! my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May"
~Denis Florence McCarthy
The day started out with me waking up late, and basically running to class. Class was boring, and then I had a break in which I had to handle some official business. Then my next class was boring. I kept yawning. I had to spend another hour practicing. By this point I'm starving.
Fortunatly, my noon Jazz Piano class was cancelled. This allowed me a small break before meeting my mom for lunch. I had a long lunch with mom and we talked about what was going on back home.
After that I had orchestra which was boring as all get out. I've lost my music so I got a little stressed about that. Then the fun was just beginning.
I was supposed to eat dinner with the Teaching Fellows and the Dean of the College of Education. I could not find them, so I ended up missing the dinner. Then after that, I had praise band practice and then the performance at CCF. I carted my keyboard and stand all the way from the LLC to the other side of campus. Upon getting there, I discovered I had left my chord changes in my room.
So back I walked to my room. Got my chord changes, and then walked back to the other side to practice. Playing was great, and then there was some heavy praying going on. After it was over, I had to cart my keyboard all the way back to the LLC and up that big hill.
Then I had another interesting/serious/revealing/heavy conversation with Jonathan about my romantic life, or lack of one.
So today has been very draining. I'm obviously physically drained, and it shows. I'm mentally drained, as is apparent in my writing. I think most of all I'm emotionally drained.
So, I need a good recharge, and that's where all of you come in. Leave me messages, send me emails. Change my Wall. Re-inspire me to laugh, live, and love again. The sparkle is slowly dulling....you better act fast, less it extinguish.
"Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May: Waiting for the pleasant rambles Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, Where the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way; Ah! my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May"
~Denis Florence McCarthy
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