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Total Earned Credits Total Grade Points Term GPA
16.00 56.20 3.513
Course/Section and Title Grade Credits
1 ET-211 017 Ear Training 3 B 2.00
2 HR-211 017 Harmony 3 B- 2.00
3 MB-211 001 Legal Aspects:
Music Industry A 2.00
4 PIVC-211 0398 Private
Instruction - Voice 3 B+ 2.00
5 LMSC-221 001 Health
and Wellness A- 3.00
6 MB-201 001 Princ of Business
Management A 2.00
7 LCOR-233 003 Great Discoveries A- 3.00
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[29 Aug 2011|03:01pm] |
Justin will be here in about 4 1/2 hours and that is incredible.
I have to pick him up at the airport. I was at the airport last night. And all day. But I'm down to go get his ass.
Umm Catonsville was the shit - I spent 99.9 percent of my week home with my family.
We went out on the boat - tubing, skiing, DRINKING.
I got wasted and it was hilarious. Met Henry's parents - Christian Science people. Weird.
Had a crab feast at my crib for Logans collegiate departure. That was amazing. Kyle got WASTED.
Everyone was drunk as hell - tons of music - I think we had 4 guitars going at one time. Fun amazing times.
Went to Waynes for a Cville as hell keg party if you will.
Kyle fell asleep in the pool. I played a ton of beer pong. Meg did a kegstand. Stef did a kegstand.
I felt 15 again and it ruled. Wayne wrecked his Yukon cville style after Denis threw a beer bottle out the window at a tow truck drive.
Classy - really.
Went fishing with my Dad on sunday down the river behind the burnt down paper mill.
Parked under the train bridge and walked to the water. Kirsten and Henry and Logan came down there with the dog.
Kyle and skye came as well. Some important figure - river expert dude man came through and told us that someone died where we were fishing (at the end of the river under the dam) on the 4th of July and that no one should be swimming. No one was swimming. BUT kyle was drinking Jim Beam out of a bag. The official didnt give a damn really.
I made a three glorious vegetarian meals for the family while I was home. Hung out with Mommy and Papa for the entire time basically. Bought some new undies.
Got a new external hard drive which rules. 60GBs on that bitch. WOOT.
Skye is driving up here tomorrow.
I love that man so much.
He'll be coming in the truck - with his brother to help me move out of this apartent into my new one.
He bought me a tree while I was home.
I hope he and my mom planted that thing?
Anyway.
Life is good.
I'm back in boston.
Gotta go dry my hair.
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[10 Jul 2011|03:13am] |
listening to this music reminds me
im sitting here singing at the top of my lungs and have been for over an hour to the rooms too cold, sticks and stones, unsing zeroes, the used, and the starting line and old yellow card and im about to cry.
this shit reminds me so much. of what we were. you me meg matt. just of ...what caused me to be where i am now. of how i grew up and the people i loved. if i could have freezed those moments and lived in them forever i would have, in less than a second.
it saddens me that the dream im living and chasing..has to be chased alone now.
i just hope that everyone knows that i love them.
and that the people that ... i love and ... were a part of that time in my life know that i sincerely wish things might have worked out differently for all of us.
and that i didnt have to be doing it alone.
but im okay with that.
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[26 Jun 2011|01:48am] |
jhahahah i love jackie. yourswollenego: hahaha GEORGE WASHINGTON CALLED
yourswollenego: HE WANTS HIS WIG BACK
yourswollenego: CAUSE ITS FRIDAY NIGHT AND THE OPERA IS WAITING.
GetShortyBrwnEys: HAHAHHA
yourswollenego: HAHAHA.
GetShortyBrwnEys: ahhhhhhhhhahahahah
yourswollenego: hahahahaha
GetShortyBrwnEys: MARTHA TUGS ON THAT SHIT
yourswollenego: martha's ready to role play
yourswollenego: and if daddys wig is missing
yourswollenego: EVERYBODY LOSES
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[08 Jun 2011|04:35am] |
After spreading the book out over 2 months - I've finally finished.
It's 4:35 in the morning and my face is swollen from crying.
I sincrerely recommend THE SECRET LIFE OF BEES by Sue Monk Kidd
Truly an amazing piece.
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[03 Jun 2011|11:30am] |
The phrase Hey, assweed just passed through my head.
Last night was fun as hell. Dustin was drunk before we got there. And then we proceded to get wasted. Then I went on a bowl ride with Curran and Melissa and then we went to Double T and it was PRETTY much amazing. And I was SO FUCKED up sitting there surrounded by tons of older black men, talking aobut them loudly. And high.
Thank god for last night.
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[01 Jun 2011|12:16pm] |
Three 4th Til Morning shows coming up! check www.myspace.com/4thtilmorning for the dates/times!
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[26 May 2011|03:52pm] |
I recieved and email from an executive at www.SHUTEYERECORDS.com today. They've apparently discovered my music and are very interested in releasing my work as well as promoting/booking/etc. etc. I am fucking...PUMPED.
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[11 May 2011|02:41pm] |
I feel alive when I smile.
I feel alove when I laugh.
I feel ahope when I observe.
Life is brilliant.
Silence is golden.
This dance.
This dance.
I adore the way our feet move.
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[11 May 2011|02:15am] |
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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[25 Apr 2011|01:41pm] |
I tought myself to play Stairway to Heaven last year. I have to say - my life's been a whole helluva lot better ever since.
tela1416 (1:43:15 PM): member when you where on mad addy and learned like the whole thing
I just sat at my open window, facing the street, and played guitar for about 35 minutes. It felt amazing. Some days life is perfect, just the way it is - alone in my head.
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[22 Apr 2011|07:59pm] |
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
I am HEC-TIC.
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[21 Apr 2011|09:32am] |
420 was hilarious.
but thats a given because ..you get high.
i was high from like...8pm until 2am when I passed out and let me tell you.
it ruled.
because it was the best type of high.
the uppity, talkitive high that i usually get - ive mostly never been the type to get high and awkward and quiet.
so naturally, i was rowdy as hell and ghetto. cause i get ghetto when im high/drunk and people were laughing. hahahah.
it ruled.
i ended up at the HENDRIX cafe show.
THAT ruled.
what a berklee thing to do.
have the hendrix cafe show on 420...hahahaha.
i was faded.
with all the kids that i love.
and it owned.
i drank a 40oz too which was even more legit.
hahaha.
the best part though was that i was on point all night - never like FUCKED UP to the point of being cut off and never not enough fucked up.
to all the SXE readers - i don't appologize for myself. hahah.
I hung out with Jackie and some of her friends for the first part of the night - smoked two joints and a bowl and got and ass rubbed on my tits.
then we left and went to billy's - started my 40 and smoked a few bowls there.
had some jim and coke with Natalie and Jackie and had a damned ball.
We all left for the cafe show where I was visually, mentally, and musically stimulated AS HELL.
it ruled.
Ended up back at Billy's for a little while and hung out with Evan who smoked Jackie out.
Then we left for Allston.
The train was hilarious.
SUNGLASSES AT 1230Am in public.
NOT GONNA LIE.
Made it back home - cooked some really out of hand food and passed the fuck out.
Now I have a test thats going to be HELL.
oops.
tell me about your 420.
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