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Artist: Coldplay
Album: "A Rush of Blood to the Head"
The Scientist || Coldplay
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
And tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh let’s go back to the start
I feel like a freaking grandma. I can barely walk, I literally had to limp from class to class because my muscles are so sore from the most extreme workout I’ve ever had in my life.
Don’t even get me started on walking down stairs, HOLY CHRIST, I might as well just fall down because that would probably hurt less than what I am feeling now. I can’t even laugh without saying “ow” because my whole abdomen region hurts, ugh.
As the phrase goes, “No pain, no gain.”
And “It gets harder before it gets easier.”
I just need to keep telling myself this will be worth it in the end and that I’ll somehow become stronger at the end of this semester.
THE FUCK!? Wow. I’m taking intro to music and there are still childish men who mess around on the pianos during and after class. -___- It’s so annoying, go back to kindergarten.
It’s a fact of life that people just stay immature forever. Uh, can we hang out this week, plzzz?!
Now let me just vent a little about how funny I find it when people think I’ll maybe give up or drop out because I feel some type of competition going on. Uh, no.
So, the first two chairs of the section, you can just fucking tell they’re obnoxious bitches that think they’re the hottest shit on the block and that everyone is inferior to them. Damn, my niggas, could you make it anymore obvious that you’re talking about me? Yeah, I’m the newbie and I’m still trying to fit in, but is it really necessary to talk about me? Uh, no.
AND DON’T BE GIVING ME LOOKS WHEN I’M THE ONLY ONE WILLING TO PLAY PICCOLO WHEN NONE OF YOU GUYS ARISE TO THE SITUATION.
afghilauhglarieghlaeriugh, if it wasn’t for my love of music and my friend Rika in the class, oh my god, I don’t know what I’d even do with these bitches.
Besides those girls (who, might I add are at least 4 years older and you would think would be a LITTLE more mature than they are currently acting) the music we’re playing is awesome. We’re playing a Sousa march too! :’) Good times.
But yeah.
These are the acoustic waves of a couple saying “I do.”
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