the last throes

And just like that it's already the last week of the holidays.

In the past 2 weeks I

1.Wasted money watching the first half of a rather lacklustre Hey Figaro! So much for the exclamation in the title - the otherwise not-bad music was weighed down by the weak acting, at least on the first day, where the ensemble cast couldn't carry their characters through, much less handle the comic aspects. I think to pull off comedy requires a certain amount of thickskinnedness, or at least a lack of self-consciousness, which some lacked, and drew weak laughs from the audience, which I think is worse than having no laughs at all. And some had weak voices. I'm never watching local opera again.

2. Bought a hiragana/katakana workbook, because I am not busy enough (Ha. Ha.) and am itching to try something new. Writing Japanese characters is very therapeutic, especially during times when I refuse to touch my cello anymore due to pure exhaustion frustration and fear.

3. Made a List of Commitments I have this semester, and am still in the process of deciding which one I should cross off my List. So much for all 'assertiveness training' we talk about during social work modules. I haven't been able to say no to a lot of things, but sometimes I think it's a lack of desire to say no i.e. I want to do everything. However, in light of the fact that I am going to FAIL my cello dip and have to try to practice at least 4 hours a day from now till the exam, it is enough impetus for me to shut out the world and enter into the tortuous blackhole of cello hermitdom.

4. Practiced cello. What else is there to do. Am taking a break to blog, because I just overpeeled the skin on my left index finger, which is looking more and more like an onion. I didn't know there were so many dermal layers. Everytime I slide, the string gets further under the skin which is freaking gross.

5. Put off writing my program notes. 600 more words have never been so difficult to write. Give me a social work essay anytime.

Am terrified of the prospect of returning to school. I might just vapourise.