I'm addicted to online free TV. I'm kinda embarrassed to admit it, but let's admit it... it's not gonna stop.

I've disengaged (or whatever non-ridiculous term they use for it... deactivate, that's it... I'm sticking with disengaged) my Facebook account. I don't anticipate that this sudden need to become an individual that refrains from describing her current state of being in one pat sentence that amuses all she knows will last more than a day. However, I do feel a little more unencumbered because of this. And thus I will write in LiveJournal... in which I can express my current state of being in numerous sentences that will amuse and abuse all I know!

But seriously, I think I miss LiveJournal. I forget so much that happens, shouldn't I be writing this shit down?! I spent the last hour-ish of my life reading a quasi-celebrity's LiveJournal (Elyse from Season 1 of America's Next Top Model... please don't judge!) and thought "Hey! I could be super cool like that!"

The stint on LiveJournal, in all honesty, may only last as long as the hiatus from Crackbook... but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?!

Yep.
Seriously. So tired.
Why do I stay up so late? It's a mystery.
It's not like TV is particularly scintillating at this hour.
But I have fun watching it with Brendan.

Tomorrow will be a long day.
But it will only be one day, and thus it will be fine.
But tomorrow also = early sleep.
I expect to be up a bit later on Tuesday (BIRTHDAY!) so, might as well get ahead of the game.

Goodnight!

Has anyone actually heard/used the expression "Madly in love" to describe people.
I've only ever heard it in books describing the relationships of people long dead.

I find that kind of sad.

It's been awhile.
But I realize that I really, truly miss writing. Not writing anything particularly exciting, or thoughtful, or - dare I say - intelligent, but simply the act of putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard...) and just letting fly.
I haven't done it for awhile. Particularly for the reason that the times that I really feel the need to write is when I'm particularly upset.

So, the new goal is to write anytime. Anytime I want.
A phrase.
A sentence.
Several letters in a nonsensical pattern.
Whatever.

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Today, somebody told me all they wanted to do was have a hot bath, a massage, some sushi, and go to bed at 9 p.m.
I think it really speaks to the time of year it is that this particular idea sounded like heaven in four easy steps.
Everybody seems super-stressed out and/or tired right now at school. And unfortunately, although I am aware that there is no medical cause for this, it's contagious.
This time during the school year is crunch time for university students. I thought that in my eighth year at university, I would have learned the lesson of doing things early, not taking too much work on at once, and taking care of myself.
So haven't learned that lesson at all. Although I am completely aware of it.


I fell asleep in the library today.
Best sleep I've had in three days.

So, not everything went according to the plan for today.
However, I am feeling excited. Excited for the plans that I *made* today.

Plans for recital rep.
Plans for accompanying.
Plans in general.

I feel ready to take it all on, right at this moment.

I am still tired.
Still feeling overworked.
But happy.
It's weird.

... but exciting...
:)

I'm getting kinda pissed that the Facebook "gift of the day" is STILL "Key to my Heart". It's adorable and all. But I'm a little tipsy right now and that stupid key is laughing in my alone-and-not-liking-it face.

>:(

Dear LJ,

I'm sorry we haven't seen each other in a while. As cliched as this sounds, it's me... not you. With reading assignments (most of which have been left to the very last minute or not done at all), attending classes, this past weekend's 19hours of Singers' Rehearsal, applying for two new jobs at the UM, starting as head recording tech at the FoM, and procrastinating calling my students to inform them of lessons not starting until October, I've been completely swamped.
I promise, that when a little of this blows over, there will be a real update.
I PROMISE!

Love,
Her Never-Ending Bitchy-Moodiness
A.K.A. Deena

P.S. SOOO don't want to go to my first piano lesson tomorrow. I have nothing even new-ish to play, and I have to discuss rep and I don't wanna and I'm afraid that I'm gonna hurt myself or just screw up royally and then end up having a completely crap degree, never getting into a good masters program, and dying naked, poor, and completely alone in a gutter! But more on that at another time...

I literally only have 3 pairs of pants that fit me.
One pair is sweatpants that I usually only wear out of the house when I'm sick and need to buy medicine. Otherwise, they function as loungepants/PJ pants.
This is not good.

Supremely disappointed right now.