The river crying stops here, maybe. Or not. Cocks. Hehe. 2003-11-10 - 6:53 p.m.
Ye gods. Flute Student #3 is terrible. And no, I did not go all Bitchy McEvil on her and say that to her face. Because that would be evil. I am not evil. Geeky and slightly demented ("Play this like you are laying in cotton candy, but it's not sticking in your hair. Just relax"), but not evil. Yes.
But that's why she's taking lessons, right? So I, with my mad teaching skillz can, um, teach her something. Or something. Yeah. And her dad gave me a check for three lessons in advance! Woo to the hoo! If I deposited that baby right now, my checking account would break $100! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Woo to the hoo diddley hoo! I am going to stop complaining about being broke now! Because *ahem* other flute players I know complain about being broke yet they get all these gigs and things. I reckon *ahem* these other flute players are complaining about being broke in the context of buying new headjoints (that's only one little part of the flute, mind you) for their flutes (which already cost $5000 and do not need new headjoints), and I am complaining about being broke in the context of paying next months rent or living in a dumpster!
But, I am not going to complain any more, because of Andrew and the splendiferous mix CD he sent me! Woohoo! No one's ever made me a mix anything, that is, except Andrew! Woohoo! Now go yell at him for threatening to not write in his journal anymore. Go on, go!
Well, that's all I've got. And now, for the benefit of Aaron and hornstar, I would like to say one more thing: