Tuesday.

Song of the Day: Blank White Page by Mumford and Sons

Most of my days are filled with procrastination, a bit of struggle, and a pinch of frustration. And for the most part, all three of those terms can describe today.

In all honesty, my life really isn't that bad. I just like to pretend that it is to give me something to do and complain about (because I'm really immature).

My day was planned so that I would go to class, come home, finish writing my essay that's due tomorrow, go to the store, make dinner, do the dishes, reread essay, and go to bed. Here is where life decides that it is a good day to throw me under a truck. During my theory class (which was going well because I got 100% on my last two quizzes), I got three text messages in a row and then a phone call.

I started to freak out a little. Okay, I was freaking out a lot because the last time this happened, my sister's apartment burned down.

It turns out that my room mate's grandpa died. Instead of writing my paper, I spent it with her, trying to cheer her up. It's really hard when someone close to you dies. It's also really hard when someone close to you's someone dies.

It's a little awkward because I'm not sure how to help her out. She just seems... so sad, and I hate seeing her like this.

And I still have to finish my paper (which I just have to conclude), but that's beside the point.

I just wish I knew what to do anymore.