I smell like kerosene, I've been inhaling lead fumes, and my fingers have been impaled by microscopic glass shards...

[starving artist/bleeding heart liberal to the core... I mean, hell, I'm even wearing home made jewelry and a "protect Iowa's Important Bird Areas" shirt... and no shoes... and my hair has a definite wind-blown look to it... what more do you want?]

but that's okay, b/c I'm in a good mood.

ish.

even with the deadlines, art still = fun... and calming...

and now I get to go practice my trumpet until my mom gets home and tells me to shut up.

and then I will panic about having to play my solo tomorrow, and the state math competition on saturday, and the solo and ensemble festival that we're NOT ready for, and having a ton of homework to do and a paper to write and a million tests to study for, and an art show to get ready for, and begging my parents to at least consider letting me travel to greece/italy next summer... and all of that...

and then, next weekend, I will do nothing but sleep.

[well... almost nothing.... *cough*]

so... it's all good.

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