Choir overload/my loverly life/complaining

Item number one: Joining three choirs was not a good idea...

I have no voice left, yet the gigs, concerts, and rehearsals keep coming everyday. I can't get sick. Oh man, it's ridiculous how I can't get sick. Choir has officially taken over my life. Enough complaining about that.

Item number two: The Nutcracker is on crack.

It is. Don't argue. Just go listen to the score. I quote Robert Cole, revered orchestra conductor: "What was Tchaikovsky thinking?"

Dammit! I'm so sick of the Waltz of the Snowflakes. I have to sing the "aaaah" parts that come in every now and then. I have twelve performances of that. Happiness and joy and excitement and fun. Not.

I am becoming more of a sarcastic bitch by the day...

Item number three: This really terrible girl who used to be my friend.

I can't believe her. Honestly. I don't want to go into it further. How can people say things without realizing how utterly unacceptable, incredibly mean, shocking, etc. they are? I mean really. Do you not realize what you're saying? Come to think of it, there are a lot of terrible people who used to be my friends. I hate this year.

I feel like such a pessimist.

Item number four: Depression/Anemia

Well my therapist is convinced I'm depressed and my mom is convinced I have iron deficiency disorder. Considering my luck, I probably have both. Anyway, there is no way my mom is feeding me liver or my therapist is making me fill out any more colorful worksheets.

Item number five: I hate my school. I hate my friendship situation. I hate my life.

Yup. Lots and lots and lots. I could go on for hours, but for your guy's sake I won't. I'm really sounding like on of those attention-seeking idiots. It feels so good to get this all out though.

Item number six: Conard (Gerard Way/Conor Oberst)

My darling friend Isobel (Wide Awake, formerly Redemption) and I are co-writing a story which will be posted soon. It should be good. Our first chapters are turning out very well. I believe it will be titled "Nothing and Everything."

Writing is so therapeutic. It's so nice just to get my mind off things in some instances and delve into my mind in others. So amazing. It keeps me sane. Sort of.