Things on the Brain

I have fifteen minutes until class, so this is basically gonna be a stream of consciousness blog.

Tchaikovsky is a god. There is no other way to put it. I am such a Tchaikovsky fangirl.

Mr. Perfect (a boy I met here who is basically perfect, hence the name) was supposedly at the Cannon Center today, but I didn't see him. I actually haven't seen him since we met. I've formally given  up on him, though I must admit that if I see him again, I'll un-give-up-on-him.

Mr. Bingley and I are going to pull a hilarious prank tonight. I'm excited for it.

And that's all I've got time for now.