Friday January 21 2011
Shit! I walked into 2nd years. Shit jammed. Scared to death. Salamat Ali Khan in my face, telling me to "aiyyay aiyyay" jesus christ, I could almost feel the new york cheese cake rising back out. Uff everyone's leaving. I'm alone with the teachers. This is scary beyond belief. I can cry. Buckets. I'm just typing away furiously. F.u.r.i.o.u.s.l.y. Ughh. Kya karuun. This is very scary. Life is scary in general but this just takes the cake.
First class with Arshad Mahmood. Why am I such a scaredy cat? So off balance? I need to relax. Sadly Amean has stopped telling me to relax. I'm see. low. ly being pulled away from my boys group. From all groups. I turned down two crabbing plans, three dinners and two coffees this week. I already feel depressed. Well. Somewhat. I won’t lie. I am quite ecstatic about NAPA but will this excitement last me long enough to say good bye to my bachelor pad of a life? This schedule is like being married to an oven timer. If I’m unable to stick to this, then that will be a shame.
We did Staffs Clefs and Ledger lines. I promise I didn’t get a thing in the western theory class. The notes kept missing my head by at least a hand span. Help me dear God, my teachers will have me for breakfast!
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