fin

70/70.

Ain't it about fuckin' time.

No more classes. Just three more finals and I am done with Rhode Island College forever. Good riddance. I don't care. I am going to flunk my sight singing final. In the big scheme of things, it really doesn't matter. Talented people and people with perfect pitch can do these kinds of things. I can't. I am just a normal human being that likes music for the hell of it. I never knew that it would get this shitty. I never knew that I would hate studying music. Just three finals. Done. I'll be a fuck-up. I'll get scolded for not being able to sing a perfect fourth up. It's totally fine. Because I don't care. Did I mention that I don't care?