Shoot me now

Time = 1:51 PM

Mood = Stressed

Music = Lisztomania by Pheonix

What I SHOULD be doing = Putting together an outline for an essay

I have this issue with people who assume that the only thing that I have to do is listen to their problems. Really, what I hate more is my inability to tell people that I don't have time for them. Within the next two hours, I have to get to a post office to mail my last loan papers, and write an outline. Why am I not finished? Because somebody needed to talk.

To be completely honest, I don't even remember what she said. Yeesh, I hope she's not gonna refer back to that conversation, because it is totally out of my head now. What I do know is that we were in the music building. This chick, she's a voice major, but her voice.. ack. Like, she told me once that her teacher told her not to sing so much in her throat, and I just thought her teacher was being picky. She wasn't.

This girl, we'll call her... L... when she sings, she does not sound nice. She sounds like she's trying to shove her tonsils up her nose with her voice. So not only is it painfully nasal, but because she's not using the right pieces of her body to produce sound, she can't keep a note steady, and she's always changing keys. I mean, I'm a pianist, so I've never had voice lessons, but I happen to know that a voice major should NOT sound like that. I hope her teacher whips it out of her. 'cause I mean, she has the potential for a nice voice, but all the posturing and stunting she does to try and make herself sound good... yeah, it doesn't work. She sounds like shit.

And then like, she talks about how she's totally a soprano.. I may not be a singer, but I at least know the differences between a soprano and an alto. She's definitely an alto. Of course, I've never heard her sing soprano, but based on her speaking range alone, I have NO idea how in hell she'd be able to hit G5 (that's one G up from middle G).

And now I have to write an essay about a book I didn't even care about, and it has to be good because she gave me a freaking week to put the outline together. Did I? No. That's because I'm the queen of procrastinators. Of course, it doesn't help that every time I sit down to do some homework, somebody interupts me. It's like they think my school life exists only for them, and hey, I'm smart, so fuck letting me actually do my best, just as long as I pass, it's fine, right? Wrong, dumbass!

Ah well. I guess I should stop procrastinating and get on it.

Peace out, peeps.