September 29, 2005

• HELLO THERE!  How are you?  Spiffy?  Good.

  
  

  I swear, play rehearsals has gotta be the best part of the day for me.  It's just the best time I've had in such a long time.  It's so fun.  Me actually teaching piano, dancing and singing duets in the seats like there was no one else in the world, being eager to tell someone their line when they forget (being eager is different than doing.. T_T), deep talks about both the past, about why-can't-it-be-small-medium-and-large-instead-of-tall-grande-and-venti, about relationships, about friends, and about "being ninja."  Oh yes.  The rest of the day simulates a "you gotta get through this to get to there" feeling.  ..Bio is potentially one of the most boring things I've ever been through.  Damn the student teacher.  I'm lucky that he's an enigma wrapped in a riddle and it's an interesting puzzle.  ..That's a bit insenstive.
  Pfft.  I honestly don't know what I'm going to do when the play is done.  I imagine myself crumbling to pieces in the far corner of the room until I'm finally driven to shoot myself, I swear.  PFFT!

  
  

  AHHH!!  I'm so mad at myself!  ::whaps myself:: =_= I'm SO constantly annoyed towards and biased against this person who is closed-minded, arrogant, smartass (and it's even worse because he's a wrong smartass), blind of all sensible politic, of sympathy, of manners, who is unable to hold a serious conversation, cannot listen, cannot cooperate, cannot be asked of questions due to inevitable rudeness, is such a jerk, condescends and undermines me, hands-down insults me when I tell him about the way I look at the world, convinced completely and utterly that he's the shit, makes offensive comments left and right, doesn't know when to stop, and is so confident that he's got everything about the world in the palm of his hand.  Okay.  So you're wondering why I'm mad at me (mind you, that doesn't mean i'm not mad at him. oh, i'm so mad at him.). Well, I suppose he can't help it, it's his personality and might not even be his fault because of influence of others (or some excuse like that), and I'm sure there must be SOMETHING right with him or somethin', and I haven't been giving him the chance like I generally do with people.  But damn it, I tense up and have a twitch in my eye when he's around, but I try my very best not to scream at him, I swear.  To not scream at him that if he doesn't get things straight, someone's SO going to choke/shoot him.  Now if it really happens, I didn't jinx anything. I just predicted it.  Oh, God..
  Whew.  Just had to get that off my chest.

  
  

  Hey, did anyone catch the PBS special "Get Up, Stand Up: A Story of Pop and Protest" earlier today?  I got the last hour (damn you, "So You Think You Can Dance" at the same time!) and I was really engaged in it.  It's about how musicians are getting involved in (and have been for thirty years or so now) political manners (war, terrorism, poverty).  And I'm personally for musicians being involved in politics, partially because I learned about the problems in Africa through Sir Bob Gedolf and Bono. So you know it works.  I mean, people saw me for the ONE cause.  Politcally aware musicians got through to me.  There's a article on the documentary here by the Washington Post.
  While I'm on that note, y'all should listen to "Do They Know It's Christmas?" by Band Aid, and there's a 2004 remake by Band Aid 20.  It was the spark of Live Aid, recorded in 1984, because Geldolf just wasn't satisfied with just "..Christmas?".  You can find and download both versions here.  Just click on "Music" under Navigation.  The site's also uber up-to-date on Live 8 and a lot involved in the Drop the Debt/ONE Campaign, with definitely more info than I've offered, so check that out, too.

  
  

  That's it for today. 

  
  

  Today's lesson: There is never beauty in hate.  It doesn't matter what the reasons are, the causes, the outcomes, there's never beauty in hate.

  
  

  don't ask any questions, and don't try to understand

  
  

  Bye for now.

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