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Ah, the possum awakens for an update. I keep sleeping and sleeping because when I'm awake, my stomach fucking hurts. That's right, I said fucking. Let's run through this! On the school front, a large WTF appears as Jillie tries to decide what the hell it is that she wants to study. Theatre? Poli Sci? Music? Who knows. On the health front, a giant "NO!" (coloured bright pink to match my underwear) CRUSHES Jillie as her tummy gets all gangsta and betrays (BETRAYS!) her, repeatedly, in public places, so she finds herself doubled over with pain in the middle of the supermarket (reading the nutritional values on various cereal brands, upside down). On your right, the war front! Oooh and Aaah at basically every single person Jillie knows, who have all been drafted to serve in the IDF. Also rockets. The weather sucks! My hair looks like shit! My dog had surgery! I CAN'T EAT ANYTHING BUT RICE!
Highlights of the week, however, include my voice lesson. I won't stay with the teacher, because her method isn't exactly to my liking, but she did say good and encouraging things, and it felt so right and good to sing, more right than anything else I've done this past month. I don't think it's the singing itself, although that was great, but that pure concentration on art, music, theatre, notes, and all the emotion in it, just a distilled flow of things I love. I talked to my mom and told her so and she said that if that's the case, I should study just that, just art. I don't know yet, though. I need to figure something out.
Also work has been good. Zach actually figured something out with math. It was amazing to see, he was staring at the problem and all of a sudden gasped, and went, "Oh my god! I GET THIS!" And he did. I think I might be starting with two more students this week, even though my stomach is being icky. I need teh moneys.
Things are where they begin. I feel like maybe they'll be there for a while, but if things would just quiet down here for a bit, it'd be easier to listen to myself. Peace to everyone. Really.
(Jillie's undying optimism triumphs once more. Had Voltaire been here, I fear he'd hit me right on the face.)
Highlights of the week, however, include my voice lesson. I won't stay with the teacher, because her method isn't exactly to my liking, but she did say good and encouraging things, and it felt so right and good to sing, more right than anything else I've done this past month. I don't think it's the singing itself, although that was great, but that pure concentration on art, music, theatre, notes, and all the emotion in it, just a distilled flow of things I love. I talked to my mom and told her so and she said that if that's the case, I should study just that, just art. I don't know yet, though. I need to figure something out.
Also work has been good. Zach actually figured something out with math. It was amazing to see, he was staring at the problem and all of a sudden gasped, and went, "Oh my god! I GET THIS!" And he did. I think I might be starting with two more students this week, even though my stomach is being icky. I need teh moneys.
Things are where they begin. I feel like maybe they'll be there for a while, but if things would just quiet down here for a bit, it'd be easier to listen to myself. Peace to everyone. Really.
(Jillie's undying optimism triumphs once more. Had Voltaire been here, I fear he'd hit me right on the face.)