Oh, the Timing....

THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS.

I don't know how many times I can type that for it to really reflect the true frustration I am feeling right now.

The good news from today: I'm not failing any of my classes. I am not failing math, I am getting a B in History of Music (and if he curves it, A!!!), a B in Environmental Issues if all went well on the last test, A's in my music classes, and (here's the kicker) an A- in Chaucer. That's better than some of the English majors in the class. I felt very superior.

So, my morning was going well. My afternoon was pretty darn good, too. I had a voice lesson in which I didn't suck, a productive evening rehearsal with the Madrigals, and my voice teacher took Miranda and I out to the Depot where I splurged on crab dip. Then we had the Departmental Recital, which could have been disastrous, and our first run-through of Act I at rehearsal - and, miracle of miracles, it went smoothly with minimal troubles. My lines were even mostly there. I came home. I logged onto my laptop.

Then the shit hit the fan. I won't go into detail, my friends, because I know for a fact that there are people who read this who don't comment (as would be appreciated). If you wanted to keep that tidbit a secret, guys, you should not have told me you read this - you'd get juicier information. Let's just say that there is someone who I like hanging out with who I shall have to stay away from for a very long time, in order to keep gossip away from me. It sucks.

Anyway. I shouldn't be wasting time venting, but I can't do anything else right now and I can't say the things I'm thinking out loud. So here I am. Writing meaningless, mysterious sentences in an attempt to make myself feel better about a matter that doesn't even vaguely concern me. Ah well.

In other news, the Madrigals are dressing up in costume for the Downtown Christmas Celebration to sing carols and walk the streets. It'll be fun. I'm excited. I'm singing for our studio class tomorrow. I'm not excited. (I tend to be happier about singing things when I'm not a soloist. Ironic, eh?) I'd probably be more excited were I to know my songs well enough to perform them, but I don't. So, one of my jobs for tonight is some extreme memorization. Ew.