I've decided to take down that last entry...it was depressing me.

These past couple days HAVE been exhausting. This whole week's been stupid. There aren't enough hours in a day.

So let's start from the beginning. Monday wasn't good. I kept thinking about things. My heart kept jumping. It wasn't just one particular thing, it was more like everything that's been on my mind kinda blew up in my head, and it was finally taking a phyical toll on me. I didn't get to sleep until 3am that night, which really sucked because I had to get up 2 hours later. So needless to say, Tuesday nor Wednesday were good days.

On Tuesday, after getting only 2 hours of sleep, it was GO GO GO GO GO. After school I had to get my taxed done, then I studied for a couple hours at Barnes & Nobles at Pleasanthill, then I headed up to Gainesville for a rehearsal. The rehearsal was good...it just went till 10:30pm, and I didn't get home until 11:30. That sucked.

Wednesday was my hardest day because the lack of sleep had finally caught up with me. I looked and felt like hell.

Yesterday was my first interview for a job. It was at Duluth Middle School. The teachers there seem very nice, and they really liked the fact that I speak Korean. Apparently, they have a lot of Korean students in the orchestra program (surprise, surprise). Anyways, the interview went okay. I'm not sure if I'll get hired...we'll see.

After the interview, I headed downtown for class. It was the usual class - people talking too much, interrupting each other. One thing did surprise me though - Dr. Haston actually shushed someone yesterday. He NEVER does that. He must have be getting really fed up with us or something. We only have two classes left...that kinda makes me sad.

After class, I went to the Wind Ensemble concert. It was great, as usual. Dr. Ambrose is absolutely amazing. I don't know how he does it. When he came to GSU, the Wind Emsemble was falling apart because the previous conductor was really bad. But now, after five years, the band's better than the orchestra. It's inspiring...almost makes me wanna teach or something.

The concert was followed by the usual - El Azteca...ahh, the risk of losing your life to follow a band tradition. And yes, some has actually died from eating there. Only one person...that's not that bad, right? Anyways, Andrew and I sat with Siraj and Stephen, and we all shared a pitcher of margarita. Oooh yeah...I needed that. I've come to the realization that taquilla gets me tipsy faster than anything else. After two I was, not drunk, but...warm and fuzzy. I had fun. Stephen and Siraj are so funny - they made us laugh a lot.

The drive home from El Azteca was interesting. Yes, I remember the conversation that I had last night. I'm still trying to decide if I would've had the nerve to say some of the stuff I said last night if I hadn't been drinking...actually, I think it would've happened anyway. Doesn't mean it was the smart thing to do. I feel like I'm risking something that is most important to me to make myself "feel better." And there's no one to blame this on, but myself. Am I an idiot?

Right now, I'm at school. Both my teachers are on the trip with the Philharmonic class, so I'm left here with the rest of them. I have planning until 12pm. SIGH...boredom...hey, anyone wanna come visit?