I feel like a great big blob. I need activity in my life, not that I've been sitting on my ass all day. I've been working out and stuff. Little Andrew, Eric and I went to climb Stone Mountain this week...but I still feel like a blob. Why do I have to be so blobby?
Anyways, yesterday was Eric Salas' going away party. I need to get him something, but it's really hard to decide what. I want to get him something meaningful, but I can't think of anything. I don't have a camera, so it's not like I have a bunch of pictures or whatever...hmm...any suggestions?
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
So for the past couple days, I've been thinking about way too much. It's not that I'm making myself think about those things. I can't help it. There really is too much to think about. And I think the stress of all this is weighing me down. It's making me cranky, it's killing any sort of confidence I had in myself, I feel like ass emotionally and physically...I need something to take it out on. I feel like a great blob. I feel like I can't control anything.
Dorothy and I are going to St. Louis next week to see Yasmin. That should be exciting. I haven't seen her in years. Plus, I'll be going back to my beloved Arch. Oh, Arch...you are sooooo the Gateway to the West...
Dorothy and I are going to St. Louis next week to see Yasmin. That should be exciting. I haven't seen her in years. Plus, I'll be going back to my beloved Arch. Oh, Arch...you are sooooo the Gateway to the West...
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Recently, I posted this thing about the Pope on Vicki's discussion forum, and it totally blew up. This Catholic dude completely attacked me. How rude. He called me ignorant for expressing how I feel about the way a lot of Catholics seem to view the Pope. It's an outsider's point of view, and I don't think it's totally wrong.
I really do wish that Christianity could be stripped of all stupid ritual things and more focused on why we go to church. I think it's stupid that there are different denomonations and that there are so many differences between them. Aren't we all there for the same reason? And do you really think that God is going to prefer one over the other? That's the thing about Catholics. Why do they have so many rituals? Why have saints, and why pray to them? They're not the ones to be worshipped. Why have the Pope? Why have confession when you can pray and confess your sins to the Big Man himself?
I've asked all those questions to Andrew so many times (he's Catholic), and he's tried to explain, but I still don't understand. If Catholics can't give straight answers for all those things they do, how can an outsider not think that way?
I really do wish that Christianity could be stripped of all stupid ritual things and more focused on why we go to church. I think it's stupid that there are different denomonations and that there are so many differences between them. Aren't we all there for the same reason? And do you really think that God is going to prefer one over the other? That's the thing about Catholics. Why do they have so many rituals? Why have saints, and why pray to them? They're not the ones to be worshipped. Why have the Pope? Why have confession when you can pray and confess your sins to the Big Man himself?
I've asked all those questions to Andrew so many times (he's Catholic), and he's tried to explain, but I still don't understand. If Catholics can't give straight answers for all those things they do, how can an outsider not think that way?
Saturday, May 14, 2005
That day has finally come. The end of a major chapter in my life. I can't believe it's actually happening. Here are a couple flashbacks:
First year:
1. Running around downtown Atlanta in 95 degree weather on the first day of school makes me all wet (from sweating and crying, ya nasty).
2. I meet my first friend at GSU in remedial theory and convince her to get on the twirly thingie, where she loses everything in her pockets.
3. I fall in love with classical guitarists.
4. I finally feel okay about being at GSU.
Second year:
1. I find out that I lost the HOPE and cry all day.
2. I find out that those bitches at Financial Aid were lying to me (bitches).
3. I see a freshmen in theory class sleeping so I throw paper at his head...he smiles at me.
4. The freshmen and I start dating.
5. I fall in love.
Third year:
1. All my friends graduate...I have to make new ones.
2. I give a junior recital with my homeboy, Ray.
3. The best conductor I've ever had announces that he's leaving at the end of the year.
4. I take viola lessons.
Fourth year:
1. Everybody freakin' left!
2. The new conductor's an ass.
3. I become concertmaster by default.
4. A new Korean dude is my standpartner, and it takes him 4 months to talk to me...he turns out to be pretty cool, and the fantasy of every girl and guy in the orchestra.
5. Intersting drama between a friend and a teacher.
6. I give a senior recital...it was okay.
Fifth year:
1. Part time student teaching is okay...I kinda like it.
2. Full time student teaching is a little more difficult.
3. I meet a white man who can shake his ass like Beyonce.
4. I make a lot of cool friends from senior seminar.
5. Exploring the world of Kohn changes my philosophies on teaching completely.
6. GRADUATION DAY, BITCHES!!
Okay, so that's about it. It's kinda freaking me out that I'm done...like completely. Well, I guess getting my masters will put me back into school, but for the next year, I'm done. I'M DONE!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
First year:
1. Running around downtown Atlanta in 95 degree weather on the first day of school makes me all wet (from sweating and crying, ya nasty).
2. I meet my first friend at GSU in remedial theory and convince her to get on the twirly thingie, where she loses everything in her pockets.
3. I fall in love with classical guitarists.
4. I finally feel okay about being at GSU.
Second year:
1. I find out that I lost the HOPE and cry all day.
2. I find out that those bitches at Financial Aid were lying to me (bitches).
3. I see a freshmen in theory class sleeping so I throw paper at his head...he smiles at me.
4. The freshmen and I start dating.
5. I fall in love.
Third year:
1. All my friends graduate...I have to make new ones.
2. I give a junior recital with my homeboy, Ray.
3. The best conductor I've ever had announces that he's leaving at the end of the year.
4. I take viola lessons.
Fourth year:
1. Everybody freakin' left!
2. The new conductor's an ass.
3. I become concertmaster by default.
4. A new Korean dude is my standpartner, and it takes him 4 months to talk to me...he turns out to be pretty cool, and the fantasy of every girl and guy in the orchestra.
5. Intersting drama between a friend and a teacher.
6. I give a senior recital...it was okay.
Fifth year:
1. Part time student teaching is okay...I kinda like it.
2. Full time student teaching is a little more difficult.
3. I meet a white man who can shake his ass like Beyonce.
4. I make a lot of cool friends from senior seminar.
5. Exploring the world of Kohn changes my philosophies on teaching completely.
6. GRADUATION DAY, BITCHES!!
Okay, so that's about it. It's kinda freaking me out that I'm done...like completely. Well, I guess getting my masters will put me back into school, but for the next year, I'm done. I'M DONE!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!