So effing stressed...
Ok, so I'll try to sum this stuff up since it's been a while and so much has happened.
Friday: The effing ASU people screwed up my audition time. I was almost screaming I was so mad. And I had to cancel my lesson w/ Steve because of it.
Saturday: Had to get my ass out of bed even earlier because they effed up my audition. Was even more pissed because I had to sit down there and to -nothing- for 2 hours. Still kicked ass at my audition -- Spring asked me to come back and talk to him after my Theory placement exam. Only missed two on that exam (and one because of a stupid mistake I didn't catch). Anyway, went back, and he told me that I was accepted into the school, AND that he -himself- wants to teach me! (He only has 4 undergrads total -- the rest go to Montilla). So I was pretty damn happy.
Monday: Went to Young Sounds rehearsal (sorry Scotty) and read all of that stuff. I didn't do too bad, I guess, but I've got a little more work to do before tomorrow. And oh my God, I can not explain how good it feels to play in a decent group again....
Tuesday: Evil... evil... gov't essays...
Wed: Finished the CD for the French skit, and had fun at PSG. Trevor brought the story I wrote for Heather, and we all laughed at that. Then Heather and I had an interesting converstation about smoking chocolate... and then my night went to shit because I listened to a shitty CD of myself on the way home with my ma questioning me on why it was so bad...
For today, let me just give some quotes to explain the kind of shit I've been putting up with...
Matteson (after I CAREFULLY explained to him SEVERAL TIMES that the purpose of reading the Holst is that we could probably work it up faster than the Gershwin or the Inferno): "No, we don't have time to read that. We'll read it after the festival, but we have to work on this stuff now."
Candice (to Matteson after his rant about how we can't play basics worth shit): "Well, you need to be a better teacher..."
Charles (to me in sectionals, when I was blocking the door): "You know, it would be a lot easier to do this if you weren't so fat."
I didn't even do anything in English because I was so tired, and then I had to go to pit rehearsal in the choir room... yeah. *smacks forehead*.
I need to not be here anymore....
I effing hate my house...
I am looking for God... I don't know if I lost Him, or if I've failed and been disowned, or if I left unknowingly...
..."Tell me all your thoughts on God"...
Friday: The effing ASU people screwed up my audition time. I was almost screaming I was so mad. And I had to cancel my lesson w/ Steve because of it.
Saturday: Had to get my ass out of bed even earlier because they effed up my audition. Was even more pissed because I had to sit down there and to -nothing- for 2 hours. Still kicked ass at my audition -- Spring asked me to come back and talk to him after my Theory placement exam. Only missed two on that exam (and one because of a stupid mistake I didn't catch). Anyway, went back, and he told me that I was accepted into the school, AND that he -himself- wants to teach me! (He only has 4 undergrads total -- the rest go to Montilla). So I was pretty damn happy.
Monday: Went to Young Sounds rehearsal (sorry Scotty) and read all of that stuff. I didn't do too bad, I guess, but I've got a little more work to do before tomorrow. And oh my God, I can not explain how good it feels to play in a decent group again....
Tuesday: Evil... evil... gov't essays...
Wed: Finished the CD for the French skit, and had fun at PSG. Trevor brought the story I wrote for Heather, and we all laughed at that. Then Heather and I had an interesting converstation about smoking chocolate... and then my night went to shit because I listened to a shitty CD of myself on the way home with my ma questioning me on why it was so bad...
For today, let me just give some quotes to explain the kind of shit I've been putting up with...
Matteson (after I CAREFULLY explained to him SEVERAL TIMES that the purpose of reading the Holst is that we could probably work it up faster than the Gershwin or the Inferno): "No, we don't have time to read that. We'll read it after the festival, but we have to work on this stuff now."
Candice (to Matteson after his rant about how we can't play basics worth shit): "Well, you need to be a better teacher..."
Charles (to me in sectionals, when I was blocking the door): "You know, it would be a lot easier to do this if you weren't so fat."
I didn't even do anything in English because I was so tired, and then I had to go to pit rehearsal in the choir room... yeah. *smacks forehead*.
I need to not be here anymore....
I effing hate my house...
I am looking for God... I don't know if I lost Him, or if I've failed and been disowned, or if I left unknowingly...
..."Tell me all your thoughts on God"...