Feeling: inbetween Tell me where my music comes from and win a fabulous prize. Or something. Woot. So I've got countless hours of homework and impossible tasks, and there is much to be done. Of course I'm wasting my time on the computer. No matter, though. There's only one minute until the first bell rings anyway. Then I have choir. There is a week until our final concert, and we've yet to get the choreography down on any but one song. So don't worry, though I'm somewhat happyish now, I'll go back to feeling utterly shitty quite soon. Ah, there's the bell. Time to go dance in front of dancers, find out what solo I have and then go pout in a corner. NOTE TO SELF: Don't forget to go to the jazz concert tonight. It's the last one I'll get to be in the audience for!