I've watched about half a dozen movies this weekend alone, and I've come to the realization that what my life is missing, that intangible something that adds depth to both emotion and whimsy, is an orchestral score. Just imagine — it would boost me in my triumphant moments, render my blue days heart-felt and full-bodied, and give me quick way to zip through the more boring parts of life.
My life needs a score. Preferably something with delicate violins, low-throated cellos, melodic piano interludes, and a robust choral rendition of Handel's "Hallelujah," to be sung at the conclusion of this semester's finals.
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