whinge whinge whinge...
I've only been back in Dunedin for 36 hours and already i want to go back home to my mummy, my sister, and our various pets, and crawl into bed.
The final straw was this morning when i hopped into the shower and found a huge disgusting hairball stuck in the drain meaning the water was building up in the bottom. I felt ill. It's so much worse when you don't know whose hairball it is. I am going to write a dirty note on my floor's whiteboard about it when i get home. I have no idea who the culprit is, but it's not the first time it's happened, and i really do feel like i could scream with frustration. It's definitely the little things that piss you off, and it's left me feeling quite fed up with being an RA and living in a hall for the entire day.
Late yesterday i also remembered i have a 500 word German report due in tomorrow. I still havent started. I am incredibly sick of German. My BA is completely and utterly pointless; it's more like torture than education. This is made 100 times worse by the fact that i don't actually think the German dept. is all that great. Sure, it's probably underfunded, but so is music - and i love my Mus.B(Hons) and my music lecturers.
All i really wanna concentrate on is singing anyway. But conversely, i hate and am sick of singing. There are so many things wrong with my technique that i feel overwhelmed, and don't even know what to fix first, or fix simultaneously. I feel incredibly daunted by the absolutely enormous pile of brand new repertoire that i have to learn in time for the Christchurch competitions. I've had to jettison my super cool Idomeneo aria too, in favour of a more sedate Clemenza di Tito aria. 'Deh, Se Piacer Mi Vuoi' is cool, but nowhere as exciting or as dramatic as 'D'oreste D'Aiace,' just the small problem of the stranglingly high tessitura in the latter which there is NO way i can cope with at the moment, especially when i need to do so much singing just to keep on top of things.
I do too many things. I totally forgot i was working from 5-7 tonight. And i thought i was supposed to be doing supervising of the music dept. yesterday, not neek week, when it actually is. I'm a MESS.
I wanna go home and hide.
The final straw was this morning when i hopped into the shower and found a huge disgusting hairball stuck in the drain meaning the water was building up in the bottom. I felt ill. It's so much worse when you don't know whose hairball it is. I am going to write a dirty note on my floor's whiteboard about it when i get home. I have no idea who the culprit is, but it's not the first time it's happened, and i really do feel like i could scream with frustration. It's definitely the little things that piss you off, and it's left me feeling quite fed up with being an RA and living in a hall for the entire day.
Late yesterday i also remembered i have a 500 word German report due in tomorrow. I still havent started. I am incredibly sick of German. My BA is completely and utterly pointless; it's more like torture than education. This is made 100 times worse by the fact that i don't actually think the German dept. is all that great. Sure, it's probably underfunded, but so is music - and i love my Mus.B(Hons) and my music lecturers.
All i really wanna concentrate on is singing anyway. But conversely, i hate and am sick of singing. There are so many things wrong with my technique that i feel overwhelmed, and don't even know what to fix first, or fix simultaneously. I feel incredibly daunted by the absolutely enormous pile of brand new repertoire that i have to learn in time for the Christchurch competitions. I've had to jettison my super cool Idomeneo aria too, in favour of a more sedate Clemenza di Tito aria. 'Deh, Se Piacer Mi Vuoi' is cool, but nowhere as exciting or as dramatic as 'D'oreste D'Aiace,' just the small problem of the stranglingly high tessitura in the latter which there is NO way i can cope with at the moment, especially when i need to do so much singing just to keep on top of things.
I do too many things. I totally forgot i was working from 5-7 tonight. And i thought i was supposed to be doing supervising of the music dept. yesterday, not neek week, when it actually is. I'm a MESS.
I wanna go home and hide.
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