the wheels on the bus should have popped and killed us in a freak accident.

i just got back from CMEA. how completely and thoroughly exhausting. drove for three hours, performed, got in a car accident with ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend, drove back to hotel, and then drove three hours back to greeley. had to put up with listening to the insufferable cock talk of a particular sophomore hot shot talk about a)how his voice rocks b) him demonstrating his voice by singing the entire goddamn repetoire of jesus christ superstar c) talking about how men know when women fake their orgasms. topic c went on for far too long and i wanted to throw the book i was desperately trying to focus on and yell, "shut the fuck up about your impotent penis. every girl you've fucked has probably faked her climax so SHUT THE FUCK UP". i unwisely was in the back and began to tear when these idiot grad students milled around and wouldn't get off the bus. i almost lost it. i am probably most definately classified anti-social now in the choral department. i don't care. i almost lost my sanity. and i'd rather not keep company with people whose discussions center around their egos. constantly.