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So my last entry was a little bitter. It felt really good to get that out, though. Whenever something kinda upsetting happens in my life, it's like I can't face it until I've written about it first, written all the negative energy out of my system, if that makes any sense at all. I'm feeling much more optimistic about things, and I know that everything works out for the best in the end, some way or another. I haven't been to church in a long time, at least not on a Sunday morning, and I need to find one here in Arlington. I was gonna go a few weeks ago, but I ended up sleeping instead.
I was trying to kick my Dr. Pepper addiction...I've ended up replacing it with Red Bull, which is a lot worse. The other day, I couldn't stop shaking after I drank just one. I'm never gonna be a junkie. I finally finished teaching those retarded drug and alcohol prevention classes. I think the curriculum should be tossed completely, and instead, make the kids watch Requiem for a Dream. I don't care if they're only twelve or thirteen, they need to see it more than they need to hear me talk about how bad drugs are and how bad people who use them are. <---Note the sarcasm, please.
Went and saw Aesop Rock with Sylvia; that was amazing. Aside from the creepy middle-aged man with a receding hairline who wanted us to give him sexual favors, that is. That was really awkward. I wasn't diggin him too much.
Rehearsals are going extremely well for The Vagina Monologues. Can ANYONE tell me how in the world a "tortured Zen moan" sounds? Because I really, really suck at it. Then again, maybe it's just hard for a virgin to fake an orgasm onstage. Oh well.
I was trying to kick my Dr. Pepper addiction...I've ended up replacing it with Red Bull, which is a lot worse. The other day, I couldn't stop shaking after I drank just one. I'm never gonna be a junkie. I finally finished teaching those retarded drug and alcohol prevention classes. I think the curriculum should be tossed completely, and instead, make the kids watch Requiem for a Dream. I don't care if they're only twelve or thirteen, they need to see it more than they need to hear me talk about how bad drugs are and how bad people who use them are. <---Note the sarcasm, please.
Went and saw Aesop Rock with Sylvia; that was amazing. Aside from the creepy middle-aged man with a receding hairline who wanted us to give him sexual favors, that is. That was really awkward. I wasn't diggin him too much.
Rehearsals are going extremely well for The Vagina Monologues. Can ANYONE tell me how in the world a "tortured Zen moan" sounds? Because I really, really suck at it. Then again, maybe it's just hard for a virgin to fake an orgasm onstage. Oh well.