I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained
Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults
If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart
Where you have offended my faith and my trust
Until all is lost into the beauty of the day
But there's something in the way you laugh
That makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me
You and your thesis amuse me
After and afternoon with you
Oh Jason Mraz, how I love your lyrical prowess. Oct. 4th tickets go on sale for his show at HOB in Orlando. I can't wait. Me and the Elf killing a day at IOA and then Mraz at HOB followed by much LOL ASAP 24/7.
Things have not improved too much, although there really is nothing there to improve. I am just wholly unsatisfied with so much going on right now that I have no power to change because I am a slave to economics and bills.
I started reading my first set of assignments from my classes and needed a kleenex to wipe the verbal ignorant rabble from my brain. It amazes me that I have such a collection of dolts and slackjawed ignorants this year. More than I have EVER had. It never ceases to amaze me that there is always a percentage that will never succeed and show those signs quite readily. As a teacher, I am drawn to those students to help them succeed, but the ones this year appear to be beyond redemption. They are apathetic Gen Y'ers who have no comprehension of what they are in for.
I find it increasingly difficult to keep working for the ballet company as the board....the parents rather....piss me off at every turn. Making costume decisions about my pieces without my consent, not putting any money aside for my budget, not giving me a contract yet (3 weeks out from the show), not informing me of my fee. These people have no CLUE how in the hell to run a proper company. I already told Mark, the AD, that if I did not hear something my Monday that I was going to pull my pieces from this show, with no reservation. Plus, I find it very hard to forsee working with the company in the future. I simply do not have the patience or the time and I will not waste away my free hours being disrespected and treated unfairly. Those imbeciles can sit on a lead-tipped spike for all I care.
I have a crack in my lip that annoyingly reminds me of every little thing that has split and unraveled. I am now affected by physiological rhetoric that seems to push me in creative directions that I would like to eschew.
In other bright news, saw the Booby Squirrel again. Came downstairs and it was standing on its hindlegs on the walkway grabbing its tatas just looking at me. We had a stare down for a good 30 seconds and then I moved on and it followed me. Can;t I go live secluded in a forest somewhere????
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