Summer is for napping ...

The new place is soooo fucking dirty. Sharing a kitchen and bathroom with others is a pain in the ass. Those dirty, lazy Chinese bitches need to get their ass up to clean their shit.

Fuck fuck fuck... this is my mood now. Fuck everything. I’m turning into 100% misanthropic...

Fuck white men.

SBU campus housing is a fucking piece of shit.

The final week got me like ... after the first shot of vaccine, I just couldn’t wake up in the morning and got extra amount of period... wtf tho human sacer’s sacrifice for keeping the fucking modern states real healthy.

The ghosts of Versailles, at the end of the first act. Tbh, I don’t know why they had to use a banana.

Today, I went back to listen to Beethoven's Cavatina String Quartet again. At one specific moment, F-G-A-A-Bb melodic phrase subtly hit my heart. Tears suddenly blurred my sight. It was not even sadness; it was the moment when music touched the soul. Beethoven - Quartetto op. 130 - V: Cavatina (score)

Corigliano’s Ghost of Versailles is the most meta opera I’ve ever watched. Marilyn Horne as "Samira the Turkish Entertainer"

Roomie: I hate this guy. I don't wanna meet.
Also my rommie: Imma drinking coffee with him in his office. My life is so fucked up.
Me: wtf?