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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life.
Eating: Um... life?
Drinking:Dasani water
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.

Listening to:
*Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
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Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.

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Today is: 2002-12-09 - @ 8:26 p.m.
A little ass

all time - is relative
I am going to do my best to do a decent entry tonight, instead of these half-ass things I've been doing lately.

But in like 2 minutes.

Ok, back. Sheesh, I swear, the world heard me say I wanted time alone, so I now have 4 people talking to me, all cool people.

Remind me in my next entry to write about the ass grabbing circles.

I am so stubborn. We had a 5:00 rehearsal for Handel's Messiah with the symphony. For anyone familiar with Handel's Messiah, Handel likes 16th note runs. Long ones. Everytime I finished one, I nearly passed out. Mike had to keep me from falling, becuase the basses were situated next to the sopranos. No, not becuase I wasn't breathing correctly, I know better than that, I was just very sick. And I refused to sit down, becuase, "I'm fine! Leave me alone! I came to a choir rehearsal to sing, not to sit on my butt, thankyouverymuch!" He eventually forced me too, mostly becuase I didn't have enough energy to argue with him anymore, which means I really must be sick. I always have enough energy to argue.

I am a teacher's pet of sorts. I know a shit load, so the teacher thinks they can take advantge of that and make me a teacher's pet, but I dont' let them. I challene them and tell them when I don't feel like they are teaching in a manner that is condusive to learning. I did that to my Bio teacher, and he now calls me a "Firey little sass." Ha ha, I just dont' care for canned authority.

Quote for the Entry: "I'm sorry, but obviously you didn't explain it well enough if no one in the class got the correct answer. I don't feel like that is something you can hold against us merely becuase we dont learn that way. Something needs to change." -Me, to my old math teacher.

It was true too, honest.

all time - is relative

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