Today was a great day considering the fact that I was running on 3 hours of sleep and almost a full pot of coffee. Maybe it's just natural for me to feel more awake seeing how I've made this "staying awake" thing a "nightly" habit. Despite the lack of sleep, things really seem to be looking up for me in this little game of life.
There is incredibly less hate gallivanting about.
Permanent wave treatments have the raunchiest odors known to mankind. Two perms were performed in our PM cosmetology 1 class, and the hairs in my nose have been singed right out. I'm not sure I could even come up with a worse smell. Oh, how they did remind me of Chemistry though. Call me weird, but I miss the classes where I actually had to use my brain. Cosmetology is not for me.
Our concert tonight was absolutely immaculate. The clinician helped prepare us for festival on Thursday, and he had nothing but positive things to say. There was definitely improvement in our performance. Clinicians show me another perspective of the music we play, and I enjoy that.
Music is held responsible for some of the smiles that wiggle their way above my very chin. Although screamo is a genre that I quite enjoy, artists such as Jack Johnson and those similar to him tend to strike my fancy far beyond that of screamo. It chisels away at any mental edginess and creates this bubbly character inside me. Mesmerizing could be the word I'm looking for.
There is supposed to be a storm tonight. If it doesn't come, I will be a smidgen upset. School is the last place I'd like to be tomorrow.
Twitter has become yet another addiction. Something must be done to keep me away from these silly social networks! They are anchors holding me down...I'm drowning!
My 8 page research paper is due next Wednesday. That is 7 days from now. I should probably start that considering I've already had 3 weeks to complete it. Procrastination is just another chain holding me back. What am I to do to get rid of all these terrible habits I've created for myself?!
All concentration has suddenly escaped me.
Chill night with my boy Jack Johnson,
Emily Page.
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