Here I am at school...again. Na's sitting at the other desk, eating cup ramen. She says it doesn't taste good. Apparently, Asian people should be the most over weight people in the world, because one cup of ramen contains 500 calories, 37 grams of carbs, 1839 grams of sodium and 16 grams of fat. Yeah...so how come so many Asians are skinny as hell? And what's wrong with me? It's not like I eat that shit everyday like some people. Why do I have to be all fat and stuff? Sigh...
Anyways, Mr. Cobos didn't show for half the day. It sucked. We were expecting him to come and teach the classes, so we weren't prepared at all. Argh...frustration....

I'm at school right now. We just watched this video about the African Sanctus by this English dude. It was interesting for awhile, but then it got boring. Eh...

Hey, I wanna cook tonight. People should come over.

Last night we had this dinner thing. We made tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwiches and potato chips. The soup wasn't that great, the sandwiches got cold, and the chips were way too oily. Despite all that, everyone was pretty nice about the whole thing. It was actually a little experiment for my parents' restaurant. We were trying it out to see if it'd be good enough to put on the menu....they didn't say anything about adding it in last night. Oh well.

I enjoyed my time with the people who were over last night. I was surrounded by three of my favorite people. Kimberly, Victor and Andrew came over. Kim and Vicki got along great. Vicki ran around taking pictures, and Kim was just kinda awed by the cooking, I think. Andrew came a bit later, and I think he had a good time too. He was a little headachey last night, but he came over anyway. He's so sweet :)

Lately, I've been wondering what I should be doing with my life. The more and more I think about it, the more I don't want to be an orchestra teacher. I think I'd be a pretty good orchestra teacher, but the stress...the kids...it's too much. Maybe I shouldn't give it up too fast. I should give it a chance, right? Of course there's the issue of actually getting a job after I've graduated. Hmm...

I want a digital camera! ARRRGH!!

Right now, I'm in a severely pissy mood. My back hurts, my head hurts, I'm bloated and I have cramps. On top of that, my mother's being a complete bitch about her birthday. Geez...why's she gotta be such a fucking baby about everything? It's like I'm the adult around here.

Tonight's the Pre-Festival concert for the orchestra that I'm student teaching at. Most of it is going to sound like...something. Some of it is gonna sound pretty good. I'll be conducting the Barber of Seville with the Symphonic orchestra. We're the last group to perform for the evening, and Barber of Seville's the last piece. That'll be exciting, I'm sure.

Lately, I've been feeling more and more like a slave at school. I feel like the work that I do around here mostly doesn't have anything to do with teaching. I don't really feel like I'm learning much about teaching...it's more like bitch work. Na (the other student teacher) and I spend most of our days doing bitch work for the orchestra directors. It sucks. I'm starting to re-think this whole music thing.

I'm sick. My nose is all runny and I sound like a man.

Tonight I went out with Miles and Naveen for some pho. It was nice to see them again. I never realized exactly how much those two talked. Why didn't I ever tell them to shut up in high school? I was a bigger bitch back then. Maybe I had a higher tolerance for nerdy conversation (ehehehe).

I tried to make cheesecake today. I substituted sugar with Splenda. Needless to say, it was ruined. It tasted like ass. Salty, nasty ass.

I hate watching the State of the Union...why they gotta stand up and clap every 5 sentences the President says? Not everything he says deserves a standing ovation. I mean, I feel like I'm at one of those middle school band and/or orchestra performances where the parents are so proud of their kids, that no matter how much the performance sucks, they're going to give a standing ovation. Hmm...it's the Republicans' way of saying, "Well, no matter what he comes out of his Texas-frat boy-fightin' daddy's war mouth, he's our guy and we're sticking with him....until we can put someone a little less worse in the White House."