the heat is getting to my brain
September 05, 2002 at 6:20 p.m.
I think I'm going to die, seriously. A 30-minute commute with no air conditioning, 108 degree temperatures and nice interview clothes?
I almost threw up when I got to my job meet 'n greet today.
When it was time to go home I knew I was in trouble because I still couldn't stand up without getting woozy, so I got a BIG cup of water and a straw and systematically drenched myself all the way home.
Maybe it looked a little sexy, wetting myself like that, driving down the highway in the Love Mobile... rowr:)
I hopped in the shower but it doesn't help. I still feel nauseous... I have no idea what I'm going to do here... I'm so sick and confused and school is so hard...
Who knew getting a masters would be this hard??
The coursework is so unbelievably useless and diffucult. I am NOT going to play symphonic music and I DON'T need to know how to analyze romantic piano sonatas!! I don't!!!
i need some down time. I don't have time for down time. I need to stop talking to Loren on the phone until I pass out at night.
Oh, by-the-by, I just got a job teaching Suzuki violin at a music academy in North Phoenix. Booya for me!!
urrrrrrgggg the doorbell just rang and I had to make myself decent really quick and ran to the door and no one was there... now I'm suddenly lonely and anuseous agian... I'd take a nap, but I'll be up all night doing this crappy sonata assignment...
since this entry is nothing more than uninteresting gripes, I decided to share with you one of the few smiles I got today in the form of an e.mail from Annie....
(names have been changed.... okay, just his:)
"So, um, remember how I was complaining that Frank Pants didn't talk to me on sunday? So, yesterday as I was leaving my Jazz class and walking to the train station at the south end of campus, walking quickly, blocking out periferal vision and wearing sunglasses to avoid any chance encounters with Boo(scary stalker guy), guess who says, "hey, Annie? Wait up" and comes and chats with me? Yeah, Frank Pants. Reva, he's so sickeningly _cute_. We waited for the train together and then talked until I got off at my stop. He's so cute, but he doesn't really have anything to say and he's kind of dull. Damnit, WHY? ugh. What a waste.... My life is strange. but good. Why can't Frank Pants be interesting? WOuld it kill him?"
Does that make you giggle as much as it makes me giggle? There's so many pretty faces out here... and that's IT. I'm glad only few of them are interesting - no, I'm not. Dang I miss Texas. I miss you all. I do miss my life...
SUPERCRACK is going to go hurl now.. and eat some otter pops. I LOVE you guys!!!