soooooooo
Namaste. Should I start updating every day, again? I feel like my updates are so mundane; but that's mostly because the little things that amuse me during the day seem very small when compared to a week of news. The thing is, I have no news. HA! Let's see:
Cindy says I get to wear a dress that doesn't have sleeves. I was worried, because previously she said I had to have sleeves. There are many reasons as to why that was a problem, BUT it isn't a problem anymore. The concerto sounds great. I'm still practicing my ass off, but at least I feel like I'm getting somewhere. I've recieved lots of positive feed-back.
Things with George are amazing. He's sick right now, mostly allergy related, but it's still a bummer. It's odd . . . I feel like this journal is so exposed, I don't feel comfortable talking about George on here. Like it might upset people. So I guess I'll just leave it that I think he's great, and things are better than I could have ever imagined.
I'm still super stressed right now. I really wish I could sleep in in the mornings instead of waking up an hour earlier to practice before class. And then practice after class. And then practice at night. So I've fallen behind in so much homework, but I feel like if I'm ever doing anything aside from practicing, it's a waste of time. I can't shake the Shostakovich. I can't relax; it's always nagging at me. So I stress about homework, getting sick, not seeing George enough, not seeing my friends enough. It's like, everyone wants a piece of me. Everyone wants my time and effort, and I just don't have it to give. I'm giving all my time and effort to the Shosty, because I feel like that is BY FAR my highest priority. But then everyone else gets pissed or I feel guilty. I slack off on everything else. But I can't afford to stop. The premier is in just over two weeks, and I'm not ready. And I don't feel like I'll ever be ready. Sorry; I'm venting. This is all my update can be, because this is all my life is. ^_^
I got piss drunk on Saturday. Not a good plan. I drank too much too fast, so I went from sober to sick with very little in between. Ugh. But I was well taken care of (by George (of course)) and I think I learned my lesson. Heh. I'm ridiculous.
Shalom
Cindy says I get to wear a dress that doesn't have sleeves. I was worried, because previously she said I had to have sleeves. There are many reasons as to why that was a problem, BUT it isn't a problem anymore. The concerto sounds great. I'm still practicing my ass off, but at least I feel like I'm getting somewhere. I've recieved lots of positive feed-back.
Things with George are amazing. He's sick right now, mostly allergy related, but it's still a bummer. It's odd . . . I feel like this journal is so exposed, I don't feel comfortable talking about George on here. Like it might upset people. So I guess I'll just leave it that I think he's great, and things are better than I could have ever imagined.
I'm still super stressed right now. I really wish I could sleep in in the mornings instead of waking up an hour earlier to practice before class. And then practice after class. And then practice at night. So I've fallen behind in so much homework, but I feel like if I'm ever doing anything aside from practicing, it's a waste of time. I can't shake the Shostakovich. I can't relax; it's always nagging at me. So I stress about homework, getting sick, not seeing George enough, not seeing my friends enough. It's like, everyone wants a piece of me. Everyone wants my time and effort, and I just don't have it to give. I'm giving all my time and effort to the Shosty, because I feel like that is BY FAR my highest priority. But then everyone else gets pissed or I feel guilty. I slack off on everything else. But I can't afford to stop. The premier is in just over two weeks, and I'm not ready. And I don't feel like I'll ever be ready. Sorry; I'm venting. This is all my update can be, because this is all my life is. ^_^
I got piss drunk on Saturday. Not a good plan. I drank too much too fast, so I went from sober to sick with very little in between. Ugh. But I was well taken care of (by George (of course)) and I think I learned my lesson. Heh. I'm ridiculous.
Shalom