Take 3

I've attempted to start a blog three times in the past year, and they always end after the first post. I think it's perhaps because I dont have the time nor energy to dedicate tons of time writing long, winded passages about my daily life. However...I still find blogs oddly attractive, and the itch to create one never really disappeared. So, in order to satisfy the blogging craving I've been having, thus I present "Nothing but Nuances". Essentially, I can just post random, short thoughts about my daily life and no one can say a damn thing about it. We'll see how this one goes...essentially it's a commonplace book, although not as eloquent as I usually attempt to be in my personal *real* commonplace book. But enough introduction...there are thoughts to record.

Today's current thoughts:

I like Milton...and Milton's Paradise Lost

I'm not such a fan of Mozart.

I'm really not a fan of doing 100 bullet points on Mozart's Symphony in G Minor for AP Music Theory.

I really should be working on college essays. It seems like my friends are so much more productive when it comes to completing applications than I am...never in my life have I procrastinated so much.

I have so many assignments due tomorrow. I have no assignments due Tuesday. I wish I could divide them up and have half due tomorrow, half due Tuesday, but alas.

I am not at all ashamed of the fact that I stayed up until 2:00 this morning watching Gossip Girl and The Real Housewives of Orange County. I probably should be.

I wish I had a month with no plans so I could only read and write and play music.

I've been 18 for over a week now and have yet to do anything significant.

Tegan and Sara's Sainthood is brilliant.

My room is a mess; I should clean. I probably wont tho.

This past weekend I played "Never Have I Ever" and it was the first time in my life I put more than 5 fingers down. However, they were not put down for exciting things, thus making me still feel vastly inexperienced.

I wish it would rain like it's supposed to.

Highschools that take a 45-minute production of Doubt to play festival should be burned.

Judges at said play festival who give top honors to said 45-minute production of Doubt dont deserve my respect.

I wish I had money so I could afford new clothes because I'm tired of the ones I have.

There's nothing like a spontanious coffee date with your best friend to make a Saturday better.

Sundays should be for relaxation, not homework. But here I am, ending this post to go do more AP work. Joyyyyy.