This last week has been the week of all weeks. I don't even know where or how to begin describing it! I guess I'll just start at the beginning. Its not like anyone reads this anyway. Bleh.

MONDAY: My first class is at 8am. The professor is 15 minutes late, walks in and says (in one breath) "I have a Japanese interpreting gig on Wednesday, so don't come. Read the chapters covering trombone and tuba, and I'll see you next week. Class dismissed." Grr! Music theory sucked. German was good. It was great to see Szalay and all my friends again. Then I didn't have orchestra until 2. It pretty much sucked. I went home and sat alone in my room. I listened to depressing music, "watched" TV (if you could even call it that), and stared at the wall for hours, while thinking about life in general.

TUESDAY: Again, class at 8. German was funny again. We didn't really even accomplish anything. We were just laughing at Rob again. That kid is awesome. He always makes me feel good, and he is one of like 4 people who can make me laugh. I'll never forget that hour. We made Szalay laugh so hard she was bent over, grabbing the desk, and almost crying! Funniest thing in the world. But the fun was cut short, and I had piano class directly after. I do not like that class. I already took it last year. I wouldn't have had to take it again, except I didn't pass last time because I missed like 3 classes. Its a boring class, and the professorin is a female Asian Hitler. Could you blame me for not wanting to go? Neither do I. Later that night, I had to go to my 5:30 mathematics class. It sucked. For as bad as I thought my piano professor was, this professor made her look like freaking Mr. Rogers. This lady was insane. I knew I had to get out of her class asap. So I left during the break. By the time I got home, I was mentally and physically exhausted, frustrated, and starving. I pretty much just crashed on the couch and stared at the TV as it mindsucked me. Bleh. Just wait it gets better....

WEDNESDAY: No 8am class, and because I had severe insomnia problems the night before and couldn't sleep, I decided to bag my 9am music theory class, and catch some extra sleep. So then I eventually pulled myself out of bed and got ready for the day. I hauled over to German class, for which Szalay had decided to change classrooms (long, interesting, funny story). Again, I had nothing else to do until symphony at 2. So I went to the bookstore, bought my math book, and sat and read the first part of "The Language Imperative" by a wonderful author whose name I can't exactly recall at the moment *though I highly recommend the book. Sehr interresant*. I got to leave orchestra at 3:30, because I'm not going on the tour to China. That made me happy. I was just not in the mood to attend orchestra. Because I had changed my math class, I had to go to my new class that night from 5:30-7:20. It sucked. The professor talks like Napoleon Dynamite's stupid brother. Its kinda funny. I was tired afterwards. I wanted to go to the comm center and play pool, but I was just so tired I didn't know what to do with myself. I caught my second wind later that night, and Hava, Jessica and I ended up nuking a PB&J sandwich in the microwave. It stunk, and we had to open up the door and the windows. It was really funny. Then we went out in the hall and messed around with some flyers and left some pink straws out in the hall. Not for any particular reason. Just for random fun.

THURSDAY: Screwed going to percussion, though I definitely should've gone. Its not exactly a good thing to miss that class. No sir. German was okay. Szalay needed some properly functioning EXPO markers, and since I'm a teacher as well (and I have like a thousand of them), I brought her 3 to keep. She kinda fought it, and made me feel kind of embarassed. But my guard was kinda down, and I've been mega-depressed anyway, so its not like it really mattered. Then I was done with school for the day, and I don't really recall what I did for the rest of that day. I went over to Laurie's though, to drop off some sheet music that I needed her to return for me, since she was going past the store on her way home the next morning. Later that night, I cooked some rice. It was okay.

FRIDAY: I had mt that morning, which is a terribly mindboggling way to start one's day off. Then I had billiards class directly after. I love that clas. I'm not very good at all, but I had learned enough from watching the 2004 WPBA tournament reruns that I knew more or less what was going on. I think I impressed the teacher (always a good thing). I bought the World Billiards rules handbook, and as I was going over it during lunch, it seemed really cool, but majorly confusing. Oh well. I've only had one class, so you can't expect me to be pro, can you? Masterclass sucked ass, and so did string rehearsal. I had an hour b/w orchestra and my stupid string project meeting, so i just sat in the chair in my living room and stared at the ceiling, thinking. I believe I was thinking about music being my major. I have really been hating it this last week. At one point, I seriously wanted to quit, and just stick with German. And then I was freaking out, because music has been a major part of my life for like 11 years, and I couldn't just STOP!!! Well, its not like I'd actually quit music... I just wouldn't major in it. But I later (somewhat) decided to stick with it, because I didn't want to let down DP or Szalay, or my peers or family. Stupid peer pressure!!!!!!!!!!  *shakes fist at lousy peer pressure* Anyway, I spent the duration of the night being bored out of my skull.

SATURDAY: After getting a lousy nights sleep, I eventually woke up and showered. After having a major anger attack at Jessica (who wasn't actually there), I cleaned our bathroom and my room. I'm so pissed that she's as lazy as she is. I've cleaned the bathroom and the living room and kitchen a million times, and she never does ANYTHING! Now I may not be the cleanest person in the world, but I sure as hell never let things get as filthy, stinky, and altogether putrescent as she does. Gross. Then I went to the mall, because that would calm me down. I had a momentary public relapse as I discovered that the only music store around had just been randomly closed down (bankruptcy? poor profits? law suit?). So I went to Hot Topic and bought a Jack Skellington poster for $1.59. Great deal or what? Then I went to Hollywood Video and rented SLC Punk, and bought some popcorn, Mountain Dew, and candy (I know I REALLY shouldn't have, but I needed SOMETHING to do yesterday). However because stupid Angie wouldn't leave OR watch the damn movie with me, I had to wait until 11:30 that night to watching the cursed flick. So I went down the compy lab for 3 1/2 hours. [Narration: This is me. Isn't my life completely boring and hopeless? I hate it. I'd sell my soul to the devil himself for a better life. Better in any way. I really didn't care- as long as it got me out of Utah]

Today I've been bored out of my skull as well. I've pretty much just spent 6 hours in the compy lab today, doing nothing. Oh, but I DID do my laundry today. But I also did something bad. I really don't have very much money at all (like $20), but I had to go get quarters for laundry. So I went to Smith's and bought a Vanity Fair magazine (okay. I usually don't ever buy this magazine, but it was a limited special edition with a huge article on Star Wars. It had a 4-page foldout with all the major characters from EVERY Star Wars episode. Thats right. Everyone from Padme to Chewbacca to Luke to the Emporer to Qui-Gonn. It rocks!), and some Starbursts, and then got my extra change. And that's pretty much been it. Yeah- it sucks being me.

And speaking of which, I've really been confused as to who that is lately. You know- I thought I had that figured out once, but now I'd be hard-pressed to believe it. I've just been really stressed thinking about everything. Life, school, family, friends, music, German, professors, my lifestyle, my future, etc. My head hurts, and I've been really (and I mean noticeably) depressed lately. Oh well. That is all for now. I will continue this neurotic conversation later.

Auf Widersehen.