Blame it on the moonlight, blame it on plate tectonics

Argh. I have about 150 pages of reading to do before Tuesday, all of it for one class. Not to mention the 40-odd for Wednesday. And I don't even *have* reading for U.S. history this week, 'cos I have a paper due Wednesday. Stupid major. *pouts*
Also, I really, really hate the Mendelssohn variations I'm playing. This is the first time I've actually detested putting fingers to keys with Dr. Scott as my prof, and it feels strange and icky. I'm supposed to play this sucker at a master class with some bigwig from Eastman on Friday, and I just don't want to. It will be humiliating, because I don't play the piece well, and I don't play it well because I hate it, and I hate it partly because I don't play it well. The fatal circle of musicianship.
Whine whine whine. Whine some more. Ugh. Maybe I'll just go to bed.
Hee. The little frowny lemon is so cute.

Shall I straight yield to despair?

Idiot quiz that my brother sent me:
http://www.comclub.org/lj/fsquiz.php
You see, I'm supposed to "send it to seven people or your wish won't come true OMGWTFLMAOBBQ!!11111" I figure, way more than seven people read my lj, and I can thus fulfill my quiz duty (and get my secret wish!) without being evil and spamming people.
After all, you only read this 'cos you want to, right? Right.
My pocketbook is currently at war with my lust for World of Warcraft. If I got WoW, of course, I would never go to class again. But I'd have so much *fun* flunking out . . .
Mmmmm . . . cold pizza . . . .