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Author
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Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
Because Fausty wanted to hear me play, I recorded myself using my digital cam.
Not only did my fingers look fugly, but my playing sucked. I'm getting really demoralised, and this isn't good. I bet anyone who hears me play will puke out their dinner 2 months before.
No idea why I'm setting such high expectations on myself. Probably because I'm a perfectionist, as usual? I probably am not that bad, but... Argh. Just getting pretty mopey and dopey.
1 more week still school reopens! And I have not even started on my assignments. I've done half a plan for lit... (meaning I've decided what I want to write about the poems and my intro). I just realised today that it's a research assignment, so that means I'll need to get some kinds of statistics/quotes. Probably be researching 1950s America and the feminist movements/gender roles.
I need to stop procrastinating and start working! Argh!
6:36 PM