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Name: Michelle Birthday: 5/25/1989 Gender: Female
Interests: music ~ violette my violin, gloria my harp, piano ~ the beatles ~ keane ~ coldplay ~ jet ~ tennis ~ taking pictures ~ travelling ~ speaking french and japanese ~ christmas carols ~ chamber music ~ beethoven ~ schumann ~ chopin ~ brahms ~ playing with my nieces and nephews ~ being semi-vegetarian ~ shopping ~ drinking coffee and hanging out with my friends Expertise: spending way too much time on xanga!
Message: message me AIM: missmusic89
Member Since:
1/24/2005
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| i feel so stuck. there are so many feelings i have yet to experience. | | |
| it's been a while, and there's really no point because, really, who reads these things anymore? but still... so i was told by someone who hardly knows me that i have a strong personality. im guessing that thats not exactly a good thing. i admit i can be a bit stand-offish. im not trying to be arrogant or anything...im just self-conscious. last weekend, i got drunk and made an idiot out of myself in front of a boy i like. uncharacteristic, i know. i completely lost touch with a friend from highschool. over winter break, i called her twice and left multiple voicemail and facebook messages, without any response. i guess i can assume that for some reason, she doesn't want to be my friend anymore. that's pretty sad. colbie caillat's coming to vandy...that should be fun. god, what would i do without music? i think my life would just fall apart. | | |
| I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind All of these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart when it breaks my heart
Suppose I never, ever met you Suppose we never fell in love Suppose I never, ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never, ever saw you Suppose you never, ever called Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall Just to break my fall Just to break my fall Just to break my fall Break my fall Break my fall
All my friends say that of course it's gonna get better Gonna get better Better better better better better better better
goodbye to you. especially you. | | |
| how did i get so lucky? i wonder all the time. yeah, there's crap everywhere. but all in all, i am just so damn lucky. | | |
| i feel like everyone i know had such an easy time choosing what school to go to. jeanette got her dream school. kate got her tuition paid for. scott can go wherever the fuck he wants because apparently he's rich. now i have to make the decision. pretty soon. on one side, i have vanderbilt, its great reputation, a violin teacher i love, independence, and something completely new. however, there is the fact that i will graduate from undergrad school with 80,000 in loans. i'll have to actually get a job. and i won't be able to come home very often, so my nieces and nephews will grow up knowing me as "that one aunt that we never see". i don't want that. and then there's mizzou. i won't have any loans. my brother and his family will be 30 minutes away, and home will be 2 hours away. my nieces and nephews will know me, maybe even better than monica and megan. i probably won't be as stressed out, and might be able to relax and have some fun. but the music program isn't great. it will be another parkway north, only bigger and with more drunk, immature people. i seriously don't see one that outweighs the other. | | |
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