Things certainly are interesting here at school. My class load isn't nearly as bad as I was anticipating. What I thought was a reasearch project class is actually a class that just helps me prepare for my research project next semester. Which is a LOAD off my back. One less project, and a whole semester to get prepared for it. Thank god. And then all I have is physiology and World Civ, both classes I've had last year. Even though I didn't attend many of the classes, I still read the books, and took the tests, so I shouldn't have to study for those too much as long as I make it to class.
Speaking of attending class, I've made every single class so far. Its really exciting and makes me feel really good about myself that I've done it. I mean, I've been waking up at 8:00!!! Which is unheard of for me lately. And I'm done by 11:00 almost everyday, so I just take a little nap until 2, then get some homework out of the way and everything is good.
We've had chorale a couple days, and, well . . . I'm not really enjoying it. I feel bad because chorale is supposed to be this awesomely fun organization for people who love to sing, and we should look at rehearsals as priviledges and not chores, but . . . I really see them as chores . . .
It's not that I don't love choir, I do! I love to sing! But, the songs we sing in Chorale are . . . far from my favorite, to put it nicely. They're just so . . . simplistic, and boring, and dull. And yet we sing them over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over (get the picture?) till I want to shoot myself in the head! These songs are so freaking easy, and yet they are nitpicked and picked apart and it takes FOREVER. I just can't stand it. If we just sang for fun, and had fun instead of being so damn nitpicky, sure, rehearsals would be a priviledge. But doing things with this insane repetition IS a chore. Yes, its nice to sound good, but, I dunno. Maybe its b/c I'm not a music major, but most of the things we fix are things I can't even tell are wrong in the first place. It just seems like we're singing what we did before. I honestly can't tell the difference.
Now, I don't want to quit chorale. I mean . . . shit, I dunno what I mean. I DO want to quit chorale, but I don't want to stop singing in choir! I'll look like an asshole if I quit, and the only other option for singing here at Dana is Voices, which it millions of times worse than chorale.
I guess I'll just have to stick it out . . .
And then there's Seussical. Auditions went ok. I'm called back for The Cat in the Hat, and the Wichersham Brothers. And, well, I honestly don't want to do this show either. I do not enjoy the music that I've heard at all. I don't enjoy the story that I've heard at all. It just seems to jeuvenille and stupid. And now they want dance rehearsals on Saturday mornings, which COMPLETELY fucks up my work schedule. And my dad was going to sell me the Sebring if I could make the monthly payments. Well, making $200 monthly payments is kinda hard when you can only work 8 hours a week b/c EVERY other day of the week is taken up by play practice . . .
Also, I have to be ready to jump right into my one-act the week after Seussical is over. Which means I have a LOT of work to do for that WHILE I'm in the musical. I just don't know how I'm going to do it. Not being in Seussical would solve so many more problems than it causes. But once again, if I drop out, or decline a role, I look like an asshole. So once again, I'm going to have to stick it out. Uck.
And our freshman class is 250 this year, bringing the total number of students at Dana to a record 650. Now, 250 students . . . statistically that means there should be 25 new gay students . . . but are there any? Probably not. It's dana. Which is annoying to say the least. And the new students are all so freaking hot, my hormones are going nuts. And then I remember that even if they were gay, they'd reject me anyway, so then I feel like shit, and look at my bloated body and retreat back to my bed and go to sleep till I can't sleep anymore. This body image thing is REALLY bothering me. It practically consumes my everyday thoughts. I can't look in a mirror without being disgusted by my appearance. And I feel so lousy I can't even get off my ass to do anything about it. ARGH!
And I'm going to end this here so I don't turn this into another emo post.
