I have this really unnerving urge to do... something. Like an itch on your back that you can't coerce anyone else to erotically scratch. Haven't blinked for the past twenty minutes so my eyes are dry like something fierce. Blink. Much better.

Nervously looking around at the moment. Namely, I'm looking at the tree outside and counting all of the individual leaves. But no, I'm not bored. I'm stalling (again). For something... which is really sad since I don't know what the hell I'm trying to avoid.

Oh yeah. Piano lessons that I haven't practiced in the least bit for. I'm thinking o f quitting so I can play intrinsically, but I promised Chris that I'd finish that damnable Gershwin song before I head off to college. And Brian won't be able to lay on the thick music theory anymore. Which could be a good thing... yeah.

I doubt that I'll be helping Student Council as frequently as I thought. Damn.

I damn too many things. Gr.

So, since I don't want to go practice my song for piano again (last-minute practicing will only improve it so much) let's do something else... Hmm...

The Summer in Review: started off strong with several unusual happenins (Halley, me going to summer parties, SLEEP) to general stoicism and slothery (sleep, not doing much), occasional productivity (portraits, reading those books for AP, short story), seething rage and annoyance (the house guests), more online talk-time (Tyler and other Tyler and other Tyler namely), and then the mad rush this last week to make sure that everything is completed and ready for school.

Yeah.

On the plus side, I get to go watch CAMP (which is FINALLY playing at Village Square) after piano.

Argh... piano.

Mmm. Sexy voice, man. Wish I had one like that.

Ow. Neck hurts. ::crack:: Better.

Speaking of, I should get myself something nice, angsty, and life-threatening. Going along with the fact that I've been really happy and most everyone else has been really shite... I figure that I should give myself some sort of nervous breakdown and everyone else will be happy again. Yep. I should do that.

Dammit... Guess I'll go practice afterall.