*covers ears*

too

much

fucking

noise

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so. here i stand, head in hand, turn my face to the wall sit, about to attempt a fifty-word italian composition, and.

the guys next door (or possibly down the hall; it's too muffled for me to be sure) are playing music, loudly enough that i can feel the bass through the floor & my chair.

in addition to this, there is some crappy band playing at some frat house event across the street. it is inhumanly loud. and inhumanly BAD.

oh god there's a new group and they're "tuning" and OH GOD THE FEEDBACK.

and now some assholes in my building are shouting at them to "shut the fuck up" because they're covering some song badly. and now they're blasting the proper version of said song. fucking asswipes.

must. concentrate. italian. okay.

Mi chiamo Sumner. Io sto MOLTO MALE GODDAMNIT.

eee. *grin*

By the way: great bassoon-playing at the Mozart "Requiem" performance!

-- B. Vine

i love professor vine! eeee. : )

and hey-- i can finally hear myself think! yay quiet.