January = Stress
I think the title says it all for tonight. I swear - every time I go to one of my teaching classes, I feel like I am more persuaded to cease trying to become a teacher. It's not the amount of outside-the-classroom effort I have to put into things (although it is high and a pain to deal with), but it is the amount of outside-the-classroom effort I now feel I should have gotten years ago. On top of that, I hear horror story after horror story about teaching/student teaching. Blah.
On a more upbeat note, the band is coming right along. We currently are working cello parts into our songs. Emily, the cellist, is quite committed to playing with us, too. I was surprised to find that she had even looked into buying a pickup for her axe.
The only thing that spells excitement beyond that is... well, two things: strip clubs and a great show. Unfortunately, I must choose between the two, for they will probably end up falling on the same night. However, I'll probably end up going to the strip club, because Hayley really wants to go. Who could ask for more than a girlfriend who revels in the mere idea of ladies dancing naked? Damn straight. I'm well on my way to becoming a dirty old man. Can I get a holla on that one? I'm peacin' out. GOODNIGHT.
On a more upbeat note, the band is coming right along. We currently are working cello parts into our songs. Emily, the cellist, is quite committed to playing with us, too. I was surprised to find that she had even looked into buying a pickup for her axe.
The only thing that spells excitement beyond that is... well, two things: strip clubs and a great show. Unfortunately, I must choose between the two, for they will probably end up falling on the same night. However, I'll probably end up going to the strip club, because Hayley really wants to go. Who could ask for more than a girlfriend who revels in the mere idea of ladies dancing naked? Damn straight. I'm well on my way to becoming a dirty old man. Can I get a holla on that one? I'm peacin' out. GOODNIGHT.