Drama.

I've had quite enough. There really is no reason for 99% of it. It's pretty rare that I actually speak up about the stupid shit that people do (though I think this is related more to vast amounts of stupid shit than any restraint on my part), but yesterday I had to when this woman parked right in the street on her way out of Bennington College, with me behind her and another car pulling in. I rolled down my window after a minute of her talking the guy in the car behind her, only to be treated as though I was out of line for pointing out that it was, in fact, a travelled lane that she parked in.

That's not even counting the bullshit that took place right after waking up. It's something that I won't get into here, because it involves a soon-to-be-ex roommate. I think I've really just gotten to the point where I refused to be talked down to, disrespected, embarrassed in front of my family and told how the people I live with can solve every problem with the world, even though when they discuss those problems, they prove just how impressively out of touch they are with the people in the world.

That vent aside, I need a new place to live. One that's closer to campus, a bit cheaper, with a non-crazy roommate (this is negotiable) and that I won't have to move out of in December. I'm looking at an apartment Wednesday. The girl living there seems cool, and since she's a girl, I can live with her.

In other whimsical news, I've again lost all interest in any plan I had for when I graduate next year. I think my new plan is to not plan anything for then. I'll probably stay in Albany for a little while and wait things out. It might help me figure out (by then at the age of 28-29) what I want to do with my life. If it turns out that I want to work in a restaurant or deliver newspapers, I'm going to kill myself. I'm not even saying that for shock value or anything. That will basically prove the worth of my life, after spending five years in college for a non-degree only to go back to doing what I did before. (And yes, this is a legitimate fear of mine.)

The good thing is that I do like Albany, though I'm curious about other, larger cities. And I'm still thinking about trying to teach tuba at Castleton, though I'm sure this won't happen. One can dream though, and occasionally, I still allow myself to.

As far as any news of work, family or my love life, there is none that is good, so I'm not including any of it. I will tell you that I just farted, and I'm now concerned about my eating habits. In other news, I'm considering getting high before rehearsals tonight, because it will keep me from smacking this dumb bitch named Amy who runs Trombone Choir.

This is easily my meanest blog post ever. And it needs one more comment.... Ummm, people are too fat. Stop being American and fucking walk!

That is all.