My brain has presently decided that working on Genetics for my test tomorrow is a silly thing to do.

Instead, it has decided I should compose a song that is alternately hard driving hate rock and cutesy pop, and occasionally moving over to a woeful blues number. What the hell. If only I played any instruments that could rock--all I've got is French Horn capabilities. Not that the horn couldn't rock. . .but, well, you know.

The weather is wet but now warm, so in my book it's a big "SUCK." I'm feeling rather punky. I'm not sure why. I'm usually pretty anti-punk. I guess I typically don't have the guts for it, and probably not even now. Fiesty fiesty fiesty. Just been thinking about how my heart is dead, or hibernating. It's like looking down and finally noticing your leg is gone. WOW! look at me mom! no heart!!!