Thoughts

Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker is a bit strange in alphabetical order. I think I should probably read the AP Theory book this week. I wish I understood pre-calc. I wish my teachers would put grades in faster. I think some meditation might be in order. It would be awful to be sick for prom. A paradox: The more I realistically prepare myself for life, the worse I do in school. I shan't be singing in public again. I'm not sure if I would have liked to have done a senior recital or not. Goats are adorable. I have yet to order flowers. Water is a wonder, and I still haven't ordered that damn nalgene cap. They should make those out of nalgene too. Except then they wouldn't bend. I've just finished the Nutcracker Suite, now for some Richard Thompson. An excellent guitarist. I love playing in a venue in which you've seen a master play. Also, goat farms. If? Perhaps. Does it matter? Of course not. When will it end? Did it ever start? I see. Can you? Some can't. I'd rather lose my vision than my hearing. I still have some may basket things left, but they've been sitting out, so I think I'll throw them away. I wish I could see the future, but I'm sure I don't want to. It'll all work out...Don't you worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing is gonna be alright. Yup.