a day in someone else's life

05-05-00

Hóla!

Es Cinco De Mayo!

Este artículo está en español, para la celebración!

Haha. Psych. If my computer made it more convenient to type tildas and accents, I might fuck with y'all's heads a little more.

One of my trombone students is MIA. I'm peeved. The kid says he wants to major in music, but he hasn't spent a whole hell of a lot of time with his horn on his face this year, and now I haven't heard from him in over six weeks. I made every excuse for him I could, like it was my responsibility to contact him, he had a golf tournament, band trip, whatever. Today I marked his last three lessons (including today's) as unexcused absences. In my book, three missed lessons with no phone call and you're outtie. This kid, well, he paid for the whole semester in advance, so I'll keep showing up and keep getting paid to practice through our lesson time. But I'm annoyed, dammit.

I got very ticked off this morning over very small things. My bad mood could pretty much be encapsulized in this choice moment: waiting in line for an ATM machine at the bank, I had my car parked back several yards from the machines so I could take the first one that came open. That's a common thing here. We form one line at multiple ATMs. Some bitch in a minivan pulled right around me and into the ATM slot that was about to open up. Right behind her was a second car, which pulled into the other ATM ahead of me. There I sat, forming a queue all by myself.

I hate that frustrated feeling of not being able to get out of my car and start a catfight. Man, I'll just grab that shit's hair and pull her out the driver's side window...I'll rear-end her car and drive away...maybe I'll just BURST into tears and drive home miserable...that'll teach her.

I hate that bitch; because of her, I ate taco hell for lunch. Then I went and worked out to make myself feel better. It worked. I felt better. When I practiced this afternoon, I kicked my ass and played too much. I felt a lot better after that. Is it right that self-abuse makes me feel better about myself?

John's in Atlanta tonight, so I'm going over to Anna and Becky's to kill time and play Scrabble. Going to bed early.