April II
Oh I’m not going to lie. I really want to be a lyricist. But that seems impossible. I do not know how to write music or play an instrument. I simply know how to casually string a few phrases together and occasionally attach a rhyme.
I suppose this is where I ask for a partner in this crime of music. Someone that can actually piece together a tune for my pitiful poetry I pretentiously call lyrics.
But.. They aren’t so bad, eh?
I’m sitting around with about 9 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours of my life.
I have a class with a quiz in less than an hour. I half way read what I needed to.
Not that I need any of the classes I have taken in the past year. I already dropped 3 this semester. Which is half of the amount allowed to drop in TX (for undergrads).
Not that it matters. I’m going into beauty school.
To specialize in make up.
My dream is to receive the Oscar for Achievement in Make Up.
Are you laughing yet?
Apparently there is this huge fanbase out for the book Twilight. I had no idea.
This may be a bandwagon I’ll have to run and catch to jump on.
uughhh.. There is not enough Redbull in this county to revive my weak and frail system.
