Thursday, January 17, 2008


It is so cold outside. I would cry about it, but my tears would only freeze on my face and make the situation that much more unbearable. January and February have to be the most miserable months ever for Utah, as far as weather is concerned. I must find a happy place.... (A dream bubble appears above Jules' head. Inside the bubble is a beautiful beach in Hawaii. She can almost feel the sand underneath her feet...until a blast of cold air pops the bubble and ruins everything. BLAST.) Oh well. Back to the lovely reality of school, work, and the miserable cold.

Ha ha. I'm such a whiner. Things really aren't that bad. I'm a couple of weeks into my last semester (YAY!), and so far nothing too hairy has come up. Of course, I'm not really expecting anything too strenuous to happen. I'm taking classes like fencing and kickboxing, after all. By the way, the more I kickbox, the more I absolutely love it. I can pretend to be tough in that class. Ha ha. Maybe now I can count all of those hours of watching Alias as "research." ;-)

I do have a dilemma about school, though. I've spent four years working on a music degree, all with the intent of going off somewhere to teach. Now that my four years are almost up, I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to choose teaching as a career. BLAST. I'm not quite sure what to do now. I'd love to go on and get a Master's degree, but I don't know what I'm doing. Truth be told, I would love to go into composition, but I feel so stupid around all these brilliant musical prodigies who have been winning composition contests since they were six years old. WHAT IS A MUSIC MAJOR FIT FOR IN THIS WORLD?! *Jules has a panic attack, takes a puff on her inhaler, and calms down. Unfortunately, now everyone in the school writing lab is wondering what sort of psychological disease she's dealing with. Jules decides it's probably best to leave now.*

I hope you're all doing well. If you happen to have any advice for a girl in the middle of a quarter-life crisis, please let me know. Hugs and kisses to you all. MWAH!


Mel said...

You are definitely your mother's daughter. It's like peat and repeat. Perhaps you should consider a career in writing. Start on your life's book....mingled with musical compositions.

Jarom said...

Well, when it's time to have a mid-life crisis, you probably wouldn't have many regrets about more school...


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