sigh. its just one of those days when you feel like yelling at the top of your lungs, but you can't because you're 21 years old not 21 months old. the stress-o-meter was at the "i'm ready to pull out my hair" level earlier today, but fortunately a great show by a 14 year old jazz pianist calmed my nerves, and i really needed it.

now i have a bunch of pages to write. two papers and one 5 page concert review. i have very little of the assingnments completed, but at least i saw the concert.

the quarter is winding down at an extremely fast pace, and if i don't run to keep up i'll fall behind.

i talked to the turtle for the first time since our serious talk last wednesday. i think things are going to be okay between us. i hope.

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