That class was pointless. It's called Student Recital where every music major sits in a recital hall and watches their peers perform. Techniqually (not spelling that correctly, and to quote Gone With The Wind, "Frankly, I don't give a darn"), each student is supposed to perform once every semester. I, on the other hand, have gotten away with not performing on any. I don't think I can pull it off this time because my trumpet instructor, when he found out I hadn't done any, told me we had to change that. Anyway, this class is at an hour that NOBODY has classes on Wednesdays, except us music majors. It is required of us every semester... and we don't bloody get a single credit hour for it! If we don't do it, they won't give us our degrees. I'm tempted to just not go anymore and see what really happens, because at this point, I really don't care. Moving on.

You know what phrase I have ALWAYS hated? "Shoot for the moon. If you miss, you'll be among the stars." My butt!!! If you miss, you'll be lost in space, floating around, alone. That's REALLY what I want to be doing *rolls eyes*. You won't be able to breath, you'll be cold, and alone. Wait, did I say that word before? I think I'm getting redundant. Cold. Alone. Helpless. Lost. None of this "among the stars" crap. *deep breath* I'm kinda glad no one is around me right now, because I'm sure I'd either make someone mad or my bad mood would rub off. I was going to type out some more stuff that's bugging my ever-active brain, but I've decided I don't want to. Maybe later I will, but I'll only make the journal entry viewable to a few people because I don't want prying eyes on my personal space. Now I'm going to lay on my bed and possibly get the pillow wet. If I have the drive, I might study, but I tried that once already and I couldn't see the blasted pages. I have so much to do this week and I just want to give up. Completely.