So, the grand and evil art paper has been vanquished. All I need now is to finish up my piece for art (thus the going-to-school-at-8am-on-a-saturday level of dedication) which I can accomplish within the four hours given. And at this moment I am happy.
On a side note, I've written something competent within the last day:
What would life be, if it were not a song?
What could replace the vast music of days
Living measure to next, caught in the throng
Unknown rhythm and what its beat portrays
High notes which soar, fueled by moment’s delight
Mirrors the glee one finds within turmoil
Forbade the tone low with sorrow, drowned plight
Quiet’s white sheets do one’s bitter tears soil
To swell, to gorge, passion’s hurried tempo
Danza that shows lovers entwined, unmade
To mourn, to loss, final your breath, the slow
The last refrain, chorus soften and fade
Life is the verse we sing to those who’ll hear
Our tales, our loves, our want, our joy, our fear.
Eh... so I didn't make callbacks for Hello Dolly. Which is good because then I can completely dedicate myself to the big portraiture unit coming up in art.
Erm, tired. Very. No sleep except during the ride home...
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