Stamp my forehead with the loser sign, and kick me out the door. So, the big shot music guy at UT didn't like my flute playing. Se La Vi. There are other fish in the sea, and other universities for that matter.
Onward with the Amy Saga. Where will her journies take her next? Not knowing that is driving me crazy... so I'm in a hurry to move on.
DEPRESSION
sux... and I'm trying to avoid it, but sometimes it puts you in a headlock... and not one of those friendly wrestling ones... I'm talking WWF Shmackdown headlock... from a big burly guy named Bubba...
SOLUTION
none yet... I'll let you know.
Love,
amy
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