OH, Finals.

It is that time again, friends. Finals. One of my least favorite times of year. Not only is my brain on the brink of exploding, but it's hot as Hell outside, and I'm just in general miserable.

Yeah, I know. Wah wah finals wahahhahaweahwfe. Everyone has them. Doesn't help when I have whiny band directors calling Sharon asking where the music to the fight song is they requested at the beginning of the weekend right before MSU finals, friends being douche bags, busy boyfriend who has no time for girlfriend, etc. etc. Nothing can ever go right for me. Things get really stupid at the dumbest possible times. Thrilling.

The good news is: No finals for Conducting Seminar or Instrumental Methods.
Bassoon final taken last week.
Saxophone final taken this morning.

The bad news is:
18th Century Music final at 12:45.
IAH 211B (Bollywood) final at 3.
Caribbean Music Final at 3 on Wednesday.
Various other meetings/work to get done this week.

My head is going to explode, just wait. As Dr. Cannon said at the concert yesterday, "Today is the day measure 5 is going to be awesome." Well, Wednesday is the day my head will finally explode.

Walked a 10K yesterday with my parents. In the rain. It was pretty miserable, but still cool. My back hurts like hell because of it. Don't really understand that part, but oh well. My knee isn't hurting today like it was after the 10K yesterday.

Concert yesterday. Could've gone better, could've gone worse. Concert Band has some serious togetherness issues. Oh well.

And now, I must study. Not even close to excited about this, and either is my headache. I hope the rest of the world is feeling leagues better than I am.


"Turns out being the 'morality police' does not make you popular. I should know, because in middle school I was the hall monitor and the kids used to stuff egg salad in my locker. Yeah, I was just hoping middle school was over." - Holly