Dragged myself home, limply floating... the result of 3am bed-times... I grow more insomniac and time-wasting with every hour of responsibility. The higher the pile of to-do things grows, the more inexact it becomes in terms of height. It blurs until you find it easy to ignore.
A half-day today - everyone let off at 12.30 and of COURSE I had extra guitar practice. WHAT else. I'm likely the whiniest ex-co member due to set ideas about what is good for my psychological well-being. Being coerced into the "artsy stuff" because I'm a girl is one thing. Having to play the same songs (six short ones) over and over for 5 hours in a freezing cold LT is another. None of them make my list. I would almost rather join the sweaty hordes in the alien world of REAL Training.
Right.
Gotta add that I love the music and the people. Guitar Soc is not a concentration camp, as much as my descriptions may seem apt in that direction.
I took a nice long shower today and man, it works. My latently apathetic mood lifted considerably to reasonable levels. Unfortunately, the virtuous phase lasted all of 45 minutes, tops. Isn't that why I'm here? My willpower is pitiful.
I am way behind academically and socially. Not even the dutiful tutorials see fit to be completed, and four letters lie unanswered. S-A. You suck.
I sold all my Strum tickets. BWAHAHA. [Bulletin: Amogh and Jireh are MCing! The Hotties are performing! Seats are still available! Get 'em now!] Happy birthday S'pore. My delightfully imaginative classmates plan to celebrate it gambolling around the Esplanade/airport/beach (or in less polite terms, bumming). Interesting idea. I'd like to see the explosion if discovered. As if I'd try.