Stickittothemanneosis

I guess what i'm trying to say is that it's just really liberating to say to yourself: "Self, I want to feel free. I don't want to feel tied down. I want to wake up looking forward to what i'm going to be learning about. I want to enjoy doing my homework and enjoy the subjects i'm studying. So i'm going to take charge of my life, because it's my life. I'm going to step back and look at what makes me happy. I'm going to do what makes me happy and I'm going to find out for myself that it's what I should be doing, and if it is, indeed, what i should be doing then i'm going to do it, dangit, because that's what i'm supposed to do."

When there are people to meet, pictures to take, literature to absorb, and places to go, Schoenberg, Weburn and 12-tone row, post-serial, pandiatonic harmony just does. not. float. my. boat.

I get ancy. I feel all ADD and my mind wanders. Intensely, mind you. It doesn't wander so much when I think about interacting with people (which, by the way, is seriously impossible when you're in a rehearsal for 2 straight hours at a time playing "Jerome Robbins' Broadway Medley," or a Maria Schneider's rhythmically impossible brain vomit in E250 or E251 of the HFAC.) My boat is still not floating, here. And i can cry rivers, i can build bridges but..the boat still ain't gonna float till i do something about it, dag-nabbit!

So todays assignment?....Ahem....



Not gonna lie, i am LOVIN' me some Spanish subtitles in that one!!