My concert went very, very well. I'm still feeling a buzz from it. I felt like I played well and the ensemble as a whole played very well. The music was very passionate and moving. I nearly cried. Now I need to start learning 50 pages of The Nutcracker. Tchaikovsky, why must you be so difficult?
Sometimes dating turns me into a Giant Squid of Exasperation, which is a lot like a Giant Squid of Anger except with less volume in the yelling and more throwing hands in the air and eye rolling.
Hello, Winter. I was hoping you would forget to arrive. I'm cold.
1 comment:
Congrats on the concert!
and girls in general turn me into a Giant Squid of Exasperation
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