The Family Curse Revisited
So as I sang…..my heart was being ripped part.I knew my gut feeling was right when it told me to “go home” before I found out the news of yet again being replaced. So with m broken heart that lost total faith in romantic love, I will wear my curse like a badge of honor as others around me wear a ball and chain.
I know things happen for a reason. I keep telling myself that to avoid a nervous breakdown. But it is hard. It is as hard and sad as facing death itself.
I think I won’t recover from this.Farewell TJ.
Who the Hell knows
Music has a weird but obvious way of showing parallels to life., How such a disastrous number of rehearsals work out into harmonious sounds when they time come to perform or how the audience’s cough matched the timbre of the orchestra or went on beat.
Maybe things resolve themselves and reveal themselves through the music. Everything happens for a reason and maybe some higher being decided that one chapter had run its’ course . Whatever it is, wanted to prevent misery or we were just not ready yet to go to another step.
I must trust the music more. This concert revealed itself in just acceptance of a situation and just working your ass off to have it pay off.
Parallels my life in my career and romance.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Ernest Hemingway (via likeafieldmouse)
We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.
Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore (via eleventhplace)
True…the best stories are the ones untold ;) Not that I would know ANYTHING about that….
I went to log into tumblr and this came up…
Ninja level 30
Can’t wait to do this!
Latin Soprano and the emo kid
Pathetic…..I have dried all my tears of how unfair the situation I am going through is and got over it because I am tired of wasting tears….yet the cause of my tears dares to post his anguish and tries to make amends. No.
All the other ladies were quiet…but I have a silent roar. And I will finish the job that the rest never did and use my wit to do it,
No one will take my heart and dignity that way. It is mine.
On a more positive note, I love my job. It gives me a good sense of being helping others. It is truly a blessing.
The Latin Soprano
Don’t lie to me. Lie to me and hell hath no fury like a latin soprano. I like to stay in the angry stage. TJ lied. Caught him through other’s.
Angry. Better than sadness. Fuck being last or second. I want to be first. He got an earful. He has no iota of what he just did. He believes he can get off scott free. No one does.
I will be damned if I am the next girl to just sit here and have my arms crossed like the rest. My mother did not teach me that. I am a fighter and I have wit. I will use my mind.
Do not lie to me. I will find out. I did not want my deep gut feeling to be right. It was. I always get dicked over in the end. Now it is my turn .
[leaves this here and backs away]
Yes and then gets Graduate scholarships…. I am so pissed. But with politics in play, me being a whistleblower can be disastrous. Clever boy telling everyone how to trip the system. Thank God I didn’t. So when you start panicking about your Thesis and the IRB, I will laugh at all of you.
I will be bitter for a bit continuously being second best at everything.
Apparently being genuine, giving a shit, and trying to do the right thing at anything gets you nowhere.
Yet somehow, I hope my efforts one day will not be in vain.