| Not that I've written in this in ages, but:
Does anybody know when/where a presidential candidate is speaking in the New York area? Preferably a Democrat, but I'd just like to see and hear a politician speak. I've never been to any kind of rally or heard firsthand what a candidate has to say, and now that I'm old enough to vote and have the means to travel, I would like that opportunity. But I can't find a damn bit of information on anybody's schedule for states other than New Hampshire and Iowa. Maybe it isn't available yet. I'll continue to hope. |
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| I have 7 million things to do but I'm getting happy again I think. I'm going to put the important things off for one more day and then I'll have time enough to breathe. Today was my last performances in orchestra and wind ensemble here and it was strange. I don't think my grammar is correct. I am exhausted but not as much as I soon will be. I'm looking forward to sleep right now. Hofstra is where I will be and I'm not anxious about it so I think I made the right decision. Its feels good to make correct decisions. I hope summer is splendid.
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| My auditions begin next Saturday. I'm in Orchestra and Wind Ensemble and I love the music in both. It's my roommate's birthday today and I'm not going out drinking with her but I'm bringing her back cake, because it's also my friend Katie's birthday feast. I agree that gender is a social construct and somehow 3/4 of my classes address this theory. If I suddenly changed my mind and became a Psychology major I'd design a study to test whether males really do have a higher sex drive, or if it's actually the other way around and patriarchal guidelines have just shaped the way we're supposed to respond. I'm remembering Arabic. I'm not taking Calc. Now that I'm busy and tired and getting run down I realize how absolutely dismally depressed I was for the last 5 months and how sudden a change for the better can come about, now that I have goals and purposes and I've managed to get considerably better at a lot of things. My tone is improving. I've started to learn how to not worry about everything, to accept and fix and do and confront, rather than wait and fear. I love being busy. I love that feeling you get at the end of a 3 hour rehearsal when you're tired and achey and you're absolutely in love because the music is difficult and the people sitting around you are excellent and you're the loudest damn bass clarinet around and you're working towards a goal of beauty together and it's exhausting but you're overjoyed just to be in the room. I'm still in love, too, and a year later it still feels new and comfortable in the best ways. So damn, things are sweet.
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| is in 2 weeks. And I don't feel like writing here anymore.
Last year I might have thought to create a more fitting end to this journal that I've had since 9th grade, but I don't see much need anymore.
My life is good and my future is bright, I have love and family, and blah blah blah.
I'm trying real hard not to worry, trying real hard to remember and stay focused, and if I do things will all work out.
Though I do wish there was something else I could say.
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| It's tonight. I will look pretty. And then I'll go to the beach. It's a little bit disgusting how excited I am.
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