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(diaryland) October 31, 2007 - 7:55 p.m.

Glass is cool. It's a supercool liquid. Maybe in about four thousand years, the glass in the window panes at my house will all collect in the bottom of the frame. Boy, do I wish I could be alive to see that.

I've come to the end of my career at uni, at least for a couple of years. All I've got is my final concert/exam thing. I'm going to play four fiendish pieces of music. But already there's this huge gap in my life where I can actually fucking relax for once. I have to do a lot of piano practice to get my fiendish pieces under control, but I was doing that anyway. But there's no insane group assignmnents where I do all the work for everyone because I'm a control freak, or useless lectures. It's cool.

I have time now to not read journal articles about things I don't even care about in classical music. I've read so many books in the last few weeks. Huge, meaty books. A book about the Mitford sisters. A book about Krakaota. Now I'm reading a book about punk. It's called Please Kill Me, and it's pleasant. Then, I reckon I'll pick up some 19th century epic of some kind.

YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!




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