Just A Wee Post

Song of the Day: Measurements by James Blake

It is late (11:00 qualifies as late when you get up at 6:30 every day). I am sleepy. And I can not, for the life of me, focus.

I'm hoping this is a problem that will go away (or at least significantly decrease) over time as I become used to homework again. It's partially my Women's Studies textbook; it's saying very interesting and thought-provoking things, but the way it says them makes me want to strangle Muppets. It's like they wrote a sentence that made sense, and then used a thesaurus on every damn word to make it way more dull, tedious and complicated than it needed to be. I have no problem with big words. But I do have a problem with things being harder than they need to be, especially in the context of a textbook, where clear, concise communication of ideas is more important than fluffiness. Don't try to impress me with your annoying way of saying things, just EFFECTIVELY COMMUNICATE THE IDEA. I can not process information this way. By the time I figure out what a sentence is trying to say, I've forgotten the idea of the paragraph and have to go back and reread it. And since my brain has realized this is happening, it shuts down and won't focus on the text. Which is bad.

I really just wanted to rant about that. I could rant about other things, but that would take even more time and would go around in circles with no conclusion. And that, my friends, is annoying.

I'm really concerned that I won't progress quickly enough in music. Like, we already have a seating test coming up next week. Most of our music is totally unplayable for me as of right now, much less at the speed it needs to be. Two hours a day of practice is doable, but so far doesn't do anything but frustrate me. I hope it starts to pay off. I'm really sick of being sub-par and I want my work to show.

Okay. I have a gap between classes tomorrow that I was going to use for practicing, but am now going to use to finish my WS homework. Sleep is more important now.

For the record, I am happy. Just temporarily frustrated and trying to think about too many things. But, in general, things are actually pretty awesome. Minus the sick.

Trees in clouds, testing doubt / trying not to be too old. -Measurements, James Blake