time keeps ticking away…

something i never thought i’d hear uttered on network television: “question is, is she the next pussycat doll?”

i can’t understand how time creeps up on you in such a hurry. seriously, i only have about 3 weeks left in my student teaching! that’s insane considering i’ve already been doing it almost 13 weeks. that’s just bizarre. let me tell you, those kids drive me nuts sometimes, but i’m really enjoying the whole thing. not to mention i have come a crazy long way since i started. my supervisor is coming to observe me tomorrow for the 2nd time, and while the 1st time, i was hyperventilating and having to take my emergency inhaler (have i mentioned i was diagnosed with asthma?), this time i’m going to bed early and not worried at all. that’s the great thing about student teaching–practice. i’m just a million times more comfortable. anyway, so that’s been good, though i’m ready for it to be over, simply because i’m tired of being exhausted. i’m not done with classes until the 2nd week of May, but at least i’ll be done with working at the school.

i’m doing another show on saturday–it’s a musical revue, and it’s only a 1-night performance, the annual fundraiser for the theatre. eh. it’s gonna be all right. i’ve got a lot more singing this year, and it’s almost overwhelming, but i shouldn’t complain. i’ll be super glad when the show is over because i’ve got way too many balls in the air right now. seriously. problem is, rehearsals for the summer musical (the secret garden) start may 8th. which, in fact, i’ll probably miss the 1st one because i have to go to new york for a deposition or whatever for the car accident i was in in 2004. yeah. peachy.

i can’t think of what else is going on other than the boy needs to get a new job asap. it’s out of control–the ridiculous number of hours he’s working, his general state of miserableness. or depression, i guess. for some reason i always associate depression with women. probably because every one of my best friends (and myself) have suffered from it at one time or another. and men always appear so hard and cut off. but C is different, which i like, but i just hate to see him so miserable. it’s awful to see someone you love like that. plus, we barely see each other because he works so much and i’ve got rehearsals 2 nights a week and classes 2 nights a week.

this must be the most boring entry i’ve ever written. sorry. i’m pretty boring these days. i just wish i could sleep more. which is what i plan to do right now, actually. so good night!