Irish session. Awesome night.



Irish session, gin and tonic, and counterpoint.

Not a bad Wednesday night.



Who wants to fix my two-part invention?





I’m not quite sure I understand this new delivery method…

iwill—rockyourface:

nickyplayspiccolo:

So fucking tired I don’t even care

same

Double same



Awesome job scheduling the wind ensemble concert during a Red Sox game. I totally enjoy driving around for 45 minutes trying to find parking and ending up parking 30 minutes away from campus.

Fucking BU.




therachstarr:

"Any great work of art […] revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world—the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.”

—Leonard Bernstein



Time to make my end of the semester list.

Holy crap, this is really it. I graduate in 25 days. 25 days until I no longer have to deal with BU. 25 more days and I never have to see these crap people again. Ever. Again. 

I’m starting to see past May 17th. I am finally able to look forward to UMass without torturing myself knowing that I still have time left at BU. Things are going to change. I’ll finally be released from all of the stress this school has caused me. I can let go of some of this anxiety and depression and start to pull myself out of this disgusting rut. It’ll be nice to be playing in a nurturing environment again. I’ll finally be able to grow as a player again.



A helicopter has been circling around my house for about 30 minutes now. Curious as to what the commotion is all about.