I'm ok.

"Yah know Norm, we're doin pretty good."
Marge- Fargo

Me

You know... I don't want to do what I don't want to do. I don't feel what I don't feel. I don't like what I don't like. Why is this a problem?

I like teaching. I like playing. I like money.

Which one of these doesn't match the others?

What a jerk!

So...hee-hee. I have booked my recital and Paul and I came up with the most politically incorrect, chauvanistic, and rude recital poster ever! Of course, I don't agree with it...but it is funny.

BITCHES BOW DOWN!
and hear a real man play the flute

John Samuel Roper's MM flute recital

Saturday, April 29th 7:30pm

Look pretty and bring me some food!

Oye

School is dumb. I have one class, that I already know the material in...the rest of the time I practice and teach people. I feel like a weird student-teacher hybrid person. But, you know, it beats being an undergrad. Mwa ha ha!!

Saturday Erinn and I are going to hand out stuff at the Mall of America for $10 bucks an hour. I hope its something cool, and not like, tampons or weave gel. Well, weave gel wouldn't be so bad.

MLK eve!!

Last night was fun. Pina Coladas, Killer Brownies, and 40 year old virgin (not me, the movie). It was nice to have an old-fashioned guys night out. I haven't had one since I got back to MN. I think they are extremely important.
Tonight Erinn and parents are coming over for Margaritas and Nachos. MMM. I must clean my house. I dub her my Minnesota peep. I am no longer peepless. Today is also the first day I don't have to teach anyone since I got back from home. Ahhh. It was nice to get back to it, though. It is nice to discover that you enjoy doing the thing you've worked for 12 years to do.
My schedule is alarmingly minimal this semester...but then again I say that every semester and I always end up without a free second. How does that happen? And why is my cat such a raging demon? Seriously, if she was a child, she'd be institutionalized and highly medicated.

MMM

Here's a good recipe for all you poor people who happen to have some kimchi. Cook some noodles...put in kimchi....whip up some Yen Jing sauce. MMMMM.
What do you do when you feel like an unwelcome guest in your own home?

In a peepless land

So...I'm here in the cold and I feel like I never left. It is so dark and so dank and so polite and so lonely. I have friends here, and to those friends who are reading this thank you so much...I don't know what I'd do without you! What Minnesota is lacking is 'peeps'. Can a brotha get a peep? I hate living a country length drive away from my peeps.
My ride back was pretty nice. My car smells like kitty litter and kim-chee. The two, when combined in exactly the right proportion, equal ass.
So, I realized on my drive that I have NO drive to have a relationship with anyone. What the hell is wrong with me? Was my last relationship so scaring that I threw in the towel at age 21?! I think about it, and I don't want to spend all the time, and put in all the effort, and feel all the stuff. Am I a mutant? Over the break my friend Krystal asked if I was worried about ending up alone. Of course I said yes...but...um...what would be so bad about it?
My iPod is broken...figures.

Grrr

I can't get the last thing to post so I am pissed. If this shows up I'll be even more pissed.

po po po

Yesterday I wrote the biggest check I've ever written. A check of car buying proportion. A check of house down-payment status. A trip around the world type check. And I will have nothing to show for it for five months. And at the rate in which I currently profit from music I will pay it off in exactly 46 years, if I don't buy ANYTHING. Why am I so excited?!

Scared

Things Fall Apart.