Frustrating work

I had to come back to Houston for a couple more doctor's appointments.
It was a very busy and tiring day that Monday, I had to get up
early and deal with that ACC crap, and worst of all, I didn't have my
parents picking me up as they said they were going to so I had to just
hurry up and get ready to get on the bus.
It wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be, however, that OSD
thing, they finally gave me that writing class I asked for and almost
begged for last semester, but I was a little disappointed because they
didn't give me that music class that my uncle told me to ask for.
As soon as I got home, I got ready to come to Houston. I had to bring
my laptop because I had my schedule emailed to me, and also because I
had lots of work to do regarding my music. The page where I submitted
my songs has beenrejectingmy demos, my uncle asked me to record more
songs, and I was also starting to work on finding out about singing
opportunities and auditions in Austin, almost like I did when I was
planning on becoming a pop star, such frustrating work.
For the last 4 days I've been recording almost 3 or 4 songs a day,
and only 2 of my songs stayed on the site.
The song "I hope you dance" has become a hit, however, as many people
around the family and friends talk about it. Well, maybe not as big
of a hit as "Cokie" did, the song I composed and recorded during my
popstar times. I had a larger fanbase back then and better contacts
than I do now. Besides, I was more eager and decided, I had a plan.
Now it was as if when my uncle was trying to lift me up when he
asked me to record "I hope you dance", I was so hopeless that the only
thing I would do is sleep and eat and wait for my life to end while I
was still praying for Steven to take me back. Maybe that's why.
Anyway, I am glad I brought this computer here.
I went to my appointment the next day with mom, and in the waiting
room I made a big mistake by telling her that the reason why my uncle
wanted me to go see him was because he offered to help me with my
singing. From that day on mom went into a rage every time I mentioned
something about singing outside the house. She doesn't mind me
singing, but is definitely reluctant to help me travel to California
so that my uncle can take me to audition.
I'm trying to make it so that my uncle can talk to her, preferably
before I go back to Austin, but mom refuses to call him whatsoever.
Two days ago my grandma from peru called me and talked to me,
telling me of how she heard the songs and that she liked them. She
told someone else that she would like a CD with the recorded tunes,
and just yesterday I finished recording the CD. I was supposed to
make 4 or 5 copies, but only 2 CD's worked, the 3 left were not
recording, and I didn't have anymore CD's. Just a few minutes ago, I
found out that one of the CD's I recorded had only 5 songs, out of the
16 songs I recorded, I didn't know what to do. When they were about
to leave, my sister found me a blank CD, thank God it worked.
As far as auditions in Austin, I only found 1 place willing to post
their address to the website where I was searching. It's in
Flugerville, just 7 minutes from Austin, but STS doesn't go there. I
called the cab and asked what the cabfair was from the apartment to
the address on the site, 38 dollars to get there and 38 more back,
that's more than $60 total, and I still have to save money for my trip
to California. How frustrating!
Well, gotta go now, I'm really tired because I spent almost half the
night recording the CD and making copies, so as soon as I finish this
post I'm going to bed. That's the good thing about this, no one
tells me when to do the work as long as I have it done, and then I can
sleep in the morning.
Laters
H I L, am I going to make it this time?