I really am frustrated with everything.
I have to play for the inaguration next week. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense, being that she's had the position since last spring. And now she acts like she uses our tuition monies to wipe her fat ass. I'm used to rote memorization in band, but Dr. T. has a different way of doing things... he has us learn our parts by a certain date, and then we put it all together and fix the shit we screw up. But no rote; no supervised practice. I've been practicing 30 minutes to an hour an a half a day, but it doesn't seem to get any better. : /
I have to write up a 15-part lesson plan for my health class, due this upcoming Wednesday. It's the final paper for the health portion, we'll take the health final during midterms, and start up on the physical education part after spring break.
I have to actually read the text for my F.L. class, and I'm not used to that at all. But, Mrs. W. likes that I relate shit from the text to my previous knowledge, and I like being all subjective... it helps me learn. : )
After a mishap, I now know who my true friends are.
Money is dwindling down.
I haven't gotten to watching Bridget's movie. She's getting irritated.
I'm homesick for Glen Ullin, esp since this is the anniversary of my Gmpas' deaths. I was walking back to my dorm tonight, and it reminded me of Hettinger and Mama Teresa's stone farmhouse. I wanna go see my family.
And, I'm still a fucking everyday romantic. Everything I do is overlooked. I want someone who understands me. If I gave you old garagesale hymnals with wildflowers pressed within, bought your favorite Jones flavor when you were feeling down, or asked you to put on your snowpants, we're building a fort... would you reject me?