It was the last day of school today, glory hallelujah. I'm done. Finished. Never again.Anyhow, normal high school students generally spend the last day of school hanging out or partying. Not me. Oh no. My choir conductor had other plans...He, Bob, schedules an intense three hour tour rehearsal from 4-7 (horrible, horrible timing). That was super fun. Then low and behold! He schedules me audition...

No, it's not going to stop'Til you wise upNo, it's not going to stopSo just...give upIt makes sense sometimes. I'm not talking suicide. Just the feeling of giving up and letting things just pass around you. That feeling of hopelessness that kicks in when thought of even attempting to get better makes you tired.When everything is just too much to think about. But you have to think anyway because...

Argh. Freddy, My Love. That song will not get out of my head. Nor will any of the other songs in Grease. Too many rehearsals. If I hear "Summer Nights" one more time I will scream.The acting teacher encouraged the chorus to name and personify our characters so we felt "more involved in the plot line." I named myself Bunny Meadow Moonshine. I am the flower child of the 1950s. It is beautiful....

I can distinctly divide the year into three parts. Each was so different, yet so necessary to the other parts. A case study of cause and effect, if you will. It plays with my mind just to think about it.Normality: January-JuneI had a life. I had friends. I had a boyfriend. I liked my school, I like me teachers. I went to parties. I was innocent and naive. At the time, it was just normal. Now I...

Sometimes, I wish I could just go back to last year when everything was simple. I had friends, a boyfriend, a school I liked, parents who got along, a life that just fit. I was living up to the standards people had set for me and I was happy, in fact I was perfect. And I took it all for granted.But then I think about it and I could never go through the let down again. It was just too painful.I...

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...

My iPod died today. She had a long and happy lifeI've tried everything: three different chargers, restoring settings, etc. but nothing works. It's just a blank, lifeless screen. =(I'm very sad. It was one of the original blue iPod minis. While everyone else was buying iPod nanos and videos, me and little blue were happy being "old school." I recieved little blue for my 11th birthday. Since then,...

Yes, it was that bad.So, I skipped a grade in science, so I'm in it with all the Sophmores, who aren't the most pleasant class on earth. They all think I'm just this geeky freshman girl.We were doing oral presentations on cells. My partener was a junior who had flunked science last year and was repeating it. He didn't know what the heck he was talking about and was butchering the presentation. I...

I'm find songfics very interesting and I am considering writing some of my own... I was wondering if anyone has any tips. Stylistic? Song choice? Length? Dialogue? Where to intersperse the lyrics?I am considering these songs (and some others):In Our Bedroom After the War - StarsThe New e Blues - Western States MotelEyes - Rogue WaveIn the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk HotelAnd multiple...

My grandma's making good progress. Today she offered to make me a garden burger. A few months ago, she was sneaking meat into my food o_0My other grandma's still not very good about my being vegetarian. I asked a waitor at a Mexican restaurant if there was pork in the refried beans and she says, "bacon doesn't bite!" rather loudly under her breath. -sigh-The pains of being a veggie. My mom is...

I've been having a moderately crappy time lately, but today was happy. Reasons why:1) I can bend my sprained finger properly and the swelling's gone down! (Some idiot twisted it... see my previous entry)2) We got an accompanist in A Capella so I am no longer teaching/accompanying the class. Maybe I can get my voice back... knock on wood.3) I found out today that I was one of three freshman girls...

So I was at my mom's best friend's house and was forced outside with her two idiot sons. My sister and I were tossing a frisbee around and the bigger idiot boy decided that he wanted to play tackle frisbee. So he attempts to wrench the thing out of my hand. In the process, he grabs my left index finger and pull and twists it. I heard something crack, like when you stretch your knuckles out too...

This just about made my life:Bob (my choir conductor): I've decided that Piedmont is a town where white kids drive around in brand new land rovers blasting to gansta rap.LMAO. Spazz. Okay, I'm done. It was amazing and slightly sad because it's entirely too true. Piedmont is a very special town. XD People get into arguments about whose family is poorer and who shops at less expensive stores, while,...

He was in his swim trunks. Yum XDI lurve California.

It seems like most of the poems on here (my own included) and most of the poems I read elsewhere seem to go on and on forever, rambling about nothing of any value or interest. It's just like angst, angst, angst; phrase, phrase, phrase. No imagery, no messages. It's just like bad prose. It's driving me a bit up the wall. I luuurve poetry with the entirety of my heart, but I just can't stand it at...

I went shopping in Bezzerkeley with my choir buddies, and ate a bunch of donuts from hippie bakeries! I bought cheap eyeliner and this really cute sweater dress thingy. Anywhooo... we went into Hot Topic (we're not the most "emo" people on earth, considering we're choir nerds... my friend was wearing a striped polo shirt) and we bought hot pink tiaras to wear to our first rehearsal of the season....

Umm, it was long. We didn't do much of anything. I learned the difference between a heterotroph and an autotroph in Biology, which really made my life complete... my friends ditched me accidentally at lunch, I learned what a quarter note is in A Cappella (this is the fourth time I'm being taught beginning music theory), I laughed at Kyra for having to wear her cheer uniform, and I ate a lot of...

I have about five million blackberry thorns stuck in the palm of my hand. I'm am attempting to get them out using tweezers, my shaving razor, and my fingernails. It is not working and it does not feel pleasant.My skin is all puffy o.0

Yes, for the first time this summer, I'm home and I have internet access for more than four days. Choir camp was interesting... We had to analyze Bach fugues and chorales. Ugh. I think my head exploded, but I wouldn't know because I couldn't hear myself think over all the singing. That didn't matter, however, because Jim, voice teacher of death, terror, and seaweed would have finished me off...

I'm off to choir camp tomorrow (yes I know I'm a geek) to go frolick with the raccoons and the diminished triads and who knows what-else... I'll be back on the 15th. So bye for now. I hope I don't die from over-exposure to to music theory... Wish me luck.