FUCK the government

I could very well grow to regret that title but, as of right now I feel that it is appropriate. APT, I DARESAY!!. Damn this horrible, horrible institution that makes me file taxes. I've given up on them so far but, I'll probably have another go at the ridiculous experience tomorrow. I began to file them around 9. I get halfway through the stupid booklet (all the while with a horrible sinking feeling that I'm doing it incorrectly) only to discover that I DON'T have to file them because line 6 is less than line 5 or some such nonsense. So, I try to go the website to "e-file". But, no because that would be convenient and accessible to almost everyone and that's not what the government has taught us, now is it? So I go to the blasted Calfile thing, type in my name and social security number only to be told that they don't have access to my file. So, I guess I don't exist. One can only hope after this nightmare....
So, I try to do the printable online form thing. I get to line 12 or so and stop. The words "adjusted gross income" may as well be written in Mandarin or Klingon because I still don't understand them. Of course, I know well that it's line 37 of the 1040 form or line 4 of the 1040A. I try to find this 1040 form to get it all over with but the ordeal unfolds like a poisonous jungle flower. That smells of rotting carrion. And eats small capuchin monkeys. This other form has the instructions "subtract line 32 from line 22" next to line 37. Simple enough, so I look for line 32 which has this lovely little phrase next to it:
"add lines 19 through 31a"
Fuck. I glance at lines 19 through 31a (A? why not just start color coding the damn thing. I could probably deal with chartreuse just as easily as A...) but, to no avail. Lines 19 through 31a are littered with such treasure troves of joy as "Educator income....joint return...if your Spouse/RDP....Do not include..." Honestly, I'd rather be thrown in jail for tax evasion. But, then I realized that THIS WAS NOT EVEN THE FORM I"M SUPPOSED TO BE FILLING OUT. So, I got sidetracked. Whatever. Anyways, I go back to the damn Calfile bullshit and make up a number and fill out the rest as much as possible. I'm fairly sure it will all amount to naught anyways because according to this I don't have to pay anything and I won't get anything back. Lovely. So, this joyous hour was spent for nothing. I thought "at least I'll be able to say I did it" and walked over to my printer hoping that the months of disuse allowed it to rest enough to do this one menial task.
"How ya doin?" I asked it nicely, hoping to lighten things up with light conversation, "I know we haven't talked in a while. I was just wondering if, maybe, you could possibly...um...work?"
It sat there mocking me with it's inability to finish this already horrible night.
"I know it's going to be difficult but, you can do it!" I said, with false enthusiasm in my voice. I hoped it wouldn't notice.
I placed some fresh paper in the back and lined it up to near perfection. The printer whizzed tiredly but with what I took as a grudging will to try. It buzzed and whirred and coughed. Finally, it hiccuped. PAPER JAMMED. I sighed and pressed the start button again, hoping it wouldn't eat the whole damn thing. Too late. It took a tiny bite of the paper I had so lovingly placed in it's loading tray. Then it savored the acid-free flavor. The printer's palate becoming increasingly ravenous, it took the whole page within it's infernal bowels. I wrestled with it a minute, then gave it's meal up to oblivion. The printer hummed into nothingness contently as I unplugged it from the wall.
*Sigh*
Looks like I'm not going to file those taxes. Maybe next year.

I want Spring Break to be over

Sadly. I wish that I could go back to school and stop working every day. And it's only Wednesday....

Words cannot express how much I loathe my job. But, anyways in other news this weekend was quite good. I went to Church and then went to Noir, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence event in Dolores park. It was quite entertaining. In fact, here's a picture from it.

In it you can see my little brother and I with one of the very friendly Sisters. It was nice to visit with family before I had to begin this arduous trial. Now, all I have to do is make it until Friday and then I get to go back to what I came here to do.

I slept in

Curse this infernal sickness! I don't even know what's wrong with me. All I know is that I can't breathe through my nose, my throat hurts and I'm having problems taking deep breaths. Wonderful. Especially considering I have my lesson today and I've barely touched my horn in the past week because it hurts to play. I wish I could have slept in on a good day. I am SOOOOOOOOO over this right now. And I missed Counterpoint and Ear Training. Probably not a good idea considering I had a General Exam. But, whatever I wasn't going to do well on the listening part anyways because I had to be able to recognize and differentiate between 17 different pieces. Most of which I've never heard. You know what would have made the whole thing alot easier? an mp3 player, actually. I wouldn't be able to justify buying one just for the stupid test but, I could have been studying while doing something I enjoy: listening to classical music. It would also make learning my music for SFGMC easier. They put up recordings online that I could download and convert to put on an mp3 player and practice whenever. Too bad, even with these reasons, I still can't justify (or afford) a $300 dollar purchase. Hopefully, one will fall into my lap before the next one on May 5th...
Anywho, now I must go to school for Wind Ensemble, my lesson, History, and Communicatons. It's going to be one of the longest short days of my life.

Satisfied?

Nope. Not in the least. I'm sick and not in the right emotional state to handle anything right now. Gods, I'm a crybaby...
Anyways, I keep going because there is no other option. Right now I'm in Rigoberto Menchu hall, studying for a stupid general exam in Counterpoint. It's a good thing we've discussed what's going to be on the test. Except we haven't. At all. I'm quite angered by this. In other news, I went to a Choir concert today which was quite entertaining. It makes me want to join the Sfsu Men's Chorus. Too bad I can't because it would eff up my schedule royally next semester. Maybe though. Let's see...what do I have to look forward to? I get to see Mama on Easter Sunday, and I get paid for playing the trumpet on Easter. If only I didn't have to work through Spring Break. Also, it turns out that I forgot to pay my reduced MUNI ticket before the scheduled date. I thought it was March 14th. Turns out it was March 4th. Oh well. Scofflaw that I am, it will probably result in me having to pay $300 more dollars, in addition to the actual fine which is kind of entirely bullshit. I'm angry, tired, and not in a fit state to be doing anything. Including blogging.

The Day is brighter

and I don't know what it means. Something good, I hope. Interestingly enough, I slept in until 11:00 today. Which is a really big deal for me. It might have something to do with the fact that I'm STILL sick. I'm debating whether or not I want to practice. I'm not sure I'll get anything done except blowing germs into my horn. But, I am going to be at State for the concert thing and I technically have nothing to do for 2.5 hours. Shouldn't a portion of that be spent practicing? I also have to go grocery shopping once more. Just for bread and crackers and whatnot. My life is so glamorous...
In other news, today I was supposed to wake up at 7 to be part of a filming of "Milk", a documentary about Harvey Milk. Obviously, it didn't go so well. I just woke up an hour and a half ago. Since then I have: Not worked out, eaten two bowls of cereal, watched an episode of America's Next Top Model, and checked my e-mail a lot. I'm kind of not feeling it today. Just in general. I should be a little more optimistic, Dammit!

Sleep and weekends are supposed to be relaxing

And I feel really not so rested. It's probably because I slept for wwaaayyy longer than I usually do. Or that I'm coming down with a cold. Or that I only practiced for an hour today and I couldn't help but sound bad. Or that I couldn't find "A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch" at the Library. Or that for some reason, I can't stop focusing on bad things right now.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Swankily stressed

After coming back from a basketball game that I'm kinda sorry I went to (I could have sung Gilbert and Sullivan, Dammit) I hopped on the 28 bus to come to a friends house to dog sit. Actually, hopped implies quick action. I more like languidly crawled on the 28 as it took an hour to get to the bus stop. *sigh* Reminds me of home. Anyways, takes me an hour to get to my friends house, I go out and walk the dog and he does his thing, I clean it up and we're rolling. Then, I forget my keys to the front door of his apartment complex. Wonderful. I call almost every tenant in the building which was a great exercise in my faith in humanity. I got hung up on and one cranky old woman flat out told me that it was too late and she wasn't going to let me in. Irritating in the extreme, it was. Finally, I call my friend to tell him that me and his dog are going to spend the night outside, and he tells me the "secret code" to get back inside. Relief floods me and I make my way up to his quaint little two room apartment. It's kind of nice living in someone else's existence for a while. I'm also eating his food. Strange to find out other people's habits (the guy keeps his bread in the freezer!) but, I'm quite enjoying it. What I'm not enjoying is the fact that I have to wake up at 6 tomorrow to get ready for the retreat. Oh well, I guess i'm going to have fun.