Life is so much easier on the internet.
So, I am stressed as only my Type-A perfectionist ass can stress. My mother scheduled me for my driver's license test (which I've been neatly avoiding for three years, dammit) on Wednesday. This, just so you know, is the day before I leave for Minnesota. So, in order to be prepared for this, I am meeting with a driver-instructor for two hours tomorrow.
I am so stressed about this shit. You have no idea. I hate screwing up in front of people, to the point of being absolutely phobic about things like auditions. I--being modest for a moment--have a really good soprano voice, lots of experience, and a very good knowledge of music, but I am completely incapable of doing singing auditions. I just can't. In addition to that, all of my prowess in this world is academically based: straight-A student, scholarship kid, graduated valedictorian, yada yada yada.
I am so shit-scared of screwing up in front of someone I don't even know, I can't even sleep.
...I just needed to whine at y'all, as my parents are kinda blowing me off on this one. I really love it; I leave for Minnesota in less than a week. I won't be back until Christmas. I am their only kid. They're acting like I'm going to be here all year--and like they don't even care.
Moral of this story: I HATE MY LIFE.
I am so stressed about this shit. You have no idea. I hate screwing up in front of people, to the point of being absolutely phobic about things like auditions. I--being modest for a moment--have a really good soprano voice, lots of experience, and a very good knowledge of music, but I am completely incapable of doing singing auditions. I just can't. In addition to that, all of my prowess in this world is academically based: straight-A student, scholarship kid, graduated valedictorian, yada yada yada.
I am so shit-scared of screwing up in front of someone I don't even know, I can't even sleep.
...I just needed to whine at y'all, as my parents are kinda blowing me off on this one. I really love it; I leave for Minnesota in less than a week. I won't be back until Christmas. I am their only kid. They're acting like I'm going to be here all year--and like they don't even care.
Moral of this story: I HATE MY LIFE.