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Mother F***ing Coffee, Hoe

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Only three cups of coffee in and I understand that I must be depressed, because I am so far gone. My caffeine tolerance should be so much higher than this. Then again, I never ate dinner, and someone *COUGH PPEO COUGH* went to trivia and ate a ton of mac’n cheese without bringing any back for me, and these are some giant ass cups of coffee. Not even the amount of delicious Sudamericano roast I have consumed can quell my hunger either. Out with the ramen! Yes, ramen at midnight and a half. If I’m still hungry, I swear I’m ordering Jimmy John’s. And there is still homework left to complete. Oh, dictation is just my favorite thing to do. And SS/ET is, of course, the most excitingly entertaining class ever! Let’s just all sing everything that was never meant for voice in numbers, then listen to things six times hoping to god that you wrote down that first pitch correctly or you’re screwed, because the rest will be wrong. There is no partial credit for correct intervals in the rest of the dictation if you mess up the first pitch, you know. And that light at the end of the tunnel? There is none, since there is another two semesters of this, but when that sweet day comes…oh yes, I’m going to remove Smartmusic from my computer ever so painfully. Forget about the uninstall file – I will gleefully delete every piece of that program from my hard drive by hand, and deactivate my account with the website. Until then, however, I can only dream of ridding myself of the most irritating subjects in my curriculum. This is not to say I do not understand the value. No, I am not so base. Of course, sight singing and ear training is crucial to a proper music education, yet this should never lead one to believe that I would like these classes. I can hate whatever I like. and very few things indeed can I say I hate, but at this moment, my two core classes fall into this list: theory and SS/ET. Call me a terrible student, even a terrible musician if you will. I am unfazed. If you’d like to note, I have not even included a paragraph space yet – something so far off of my general behavior. Organization remains a priority in life, yet in this manic state of caffeinated insomnia, I care not. I give no fucks. I even lack the appreciation that this temporary mood removes me from the general hypersomnia I have been facing these months.

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