I can't post this on facebook because my friends and teachers at school will read it and I will be in trouble. I am not happy with how things are going and I'm not allowed to say that.

I'm in quintet. I have been for 4 years and I'm tired of it. No one else has to do it like I do. They do it for a year or two and they have other classes and other things to do. This year I started work at McDonald's. I can only work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday because I get too stressed and tired after school. I can't work a whole lot of hours because of how much school I have and my bipolar. I want to graduate without taking 6 or 7 years, so I can't drop a class I need to do something not in my scholarship or requirements. I do it because my teacher says I have to; I'll be a better musician. I love the group, but I'm in two ensembles and a bunch of classes. I don't have the time for it. Graduation and money to eat and pay for meds beats being a better musician. Here's the second problem, my teacher gives private 1 hour lessons. She has a studio of close to 10 clarinets, two flutes, and two bassoons, on top of going to faculty senate, teaching music history, and a clarinet trio. Its hard to find a time that works for her. It took a lot to tell her I won't come in on weekends. But now she wants to do Friday after band. I don't get lunch, I wouldn't have dinner and go into work. I would change my schedule, but they're already majorly cutting hours. I don't need to give them another reason to "hate" me. Fast food is a horrible place to work. *sigh* It's a major stressor right now. I wish my doctor could give me a note to get out of it. ha.

Anyways. I changed to Pristiq and nothing bad has happened yet. And I lost two pounds. Everything else is same-old-same-old. I'm going to apply for hobby lobby and get po' people insurance. I don't care if I have to clean the bathroom. I can get discounts on craft stuff. I hope. Right now I'm painting stained class butterfly things. So cute, so fun. Makes up for the quintet from hell.

Got that off my chest.