9.30.2006

Hmmm... let's see what they're up to...

I'm reading my friend's blogs right now. I'm doing this because I have other things to do. Of course I'm reading blogs. I do this rarely enough, like read blogs in one fell swoop, so I don't feel bad about making the rounds... however, of course I chose to do so when I've got other things to get done. Between 9am and 1:30pm all my students will be coming to my house to gleen from the awesome experiences of their most awesome music-and-cultural-brainwasher teacher... I admit it. I am totally an arts snob and I think people who aren't are stupid. They annoy me a bit. There, I said it. I'll still be your friend, but now you know the truth behind my relationship with you. It will always linger in the background. The thing is I just don't ever want any of the young people I come in contact with the EVER have the option of saying, "I don't like it because I don't understand it." Unacceptable.

Anyway, I have work to get done for them... and I'm reading blogs. And now I'M blogging. In true fashion of the ridiculous creative lives of people I know and love... we procrastinate something fierce (and of course it's fierce because we're creative and it must be dramatic - did I spell fierce wrong? I have never fully taken hold of the "i before e" thing)

It will be a good day because I have a lot in my head and great stories to tell and I think I do that ok. But preparation... mm... this is why I won't ever function in a classroom (and why it was hard... and why I won't go back... at least today) preparation... yeah, it's good to have your own studio.

Ok... I've got 40 min before the little people arrive.

2 comments:

worshipful1 said...

Hail to Procrastinators around the world!

Shelly Buck said...

Hmmm... where did my last message go? I was back today to check if you had any new posts, and low and behold, my comment has entered a blog vaccuum. Wanted to let you know about the Hummel family gift but I don't have your e-mail. Mine's shellyrbuck@hotmail.com Lemme know.
oh, by the way, procrastinate is my middle name. I feel your pain.