This kind of life is depressing. To be trapped in a state of in-between, where I have gotten tired of studying and am taking forever to finish one Gothic novel, yet the desire in me to play is as great. However, it doesn't help to know that I have Thursday to "look forward" to. In a sense, I do have Thursday to look forward to, because that spells the last paper (other than S-paper) that I have. Yet, I can't start throwing out my notes.
I don't want to have to rot the day away pacing up and down my house like I did today. Spent probably 3 hours at the piano in the evening just working my fingers back to their past nimbleness - I realised how much practice I lack. Then again, it is useless to feel sorry for myself, not the way not the way.
Had a friend whine to me about how others find her irritating; I don't know how to put it, but she does seem so to me, irritating in her own innocent way. Don't know whether it will be mean of me to tell her or not, since she does think that the way she speaks is perfectly okay to herself. Oh well. *shrugs*
Alright. Its a confirm back to training this Saturday. It better be good.
I don't want to have to rot the day away pacing up and down my house like I did today. Spent probably 3 hours at the piano in the evening just working my fingers back to their past nimbleness - I realised how much practice I lack. Then again, it is useless to feel sorry for myself, not the way not the way.
Had a friend whine to me about how others find her irritating; I don't know how to put it, but she does seem so to me, irritating in her own innocent way. Don't know whether it will be mean of me to tell her or not, since she does think that the way she speaks is perfectly okay to herself. Oh well. *shrugs*
Alright. Its a confirm back to training this Saturday. It better be good.