Must stop facebooking. Immediately.

Otherwise, my head might explode. Literally.

Also, must find an alternate planet where the stupid levels have not risen to such toxic heights.

location: Home mood: exasperated music: "Island in the Sun"--Weezer

I am the Miss Piggy to Josh's Kermit.

Facebook and MySpace says so.

LOL.

Also, Holy Week can suck it.

location: The music library mood: silly music: "Stained Glass"—Central Michigan University Percussion Ensemble

So I did something today that I never thought I'd be able to do. 

There's a frequently recurring situation that's been bothering me, and it cropped up again today. I didn't get angry; I just realized that it was happening (again) and I didn't feel like standing there and letting it continue, so I just walked away.

I know it doesn't sound like all that big a deal. And for most people, it wouldn't be. But it was for me.

I don't cherish any fond notions that this will remedy the situation. But now  I know that I can walk away if I need to.

Perhaps there's hope for me yet.

location: Home mood: thoughtful

So I finally got the feedback from Astral in the mail the other day. And then I finally got up the balls to open it and read it.

And now I'm confused and frustrated.

Some of the panelists mentioned that I needed more support, which makes sense. When I'm nervous, support is always the first thing to go.

Some panelists thought my repertoire choices "unorthodox," while others liked my choices. So I don't know how to address that.

The founder of the company suggested that I may want to find a "flowing audition gown." What the shit is that? (Not literally; I understand the concept. What I don't understand is dressing for an evening performance at 10:30 in the morning. Really? Really?)

Also, Oaten talked to Leslie (the coordinator of the auditions) the other day and she told him I sang great--my negotiation of registers was some of the best they heard all day. So what it came down to is nerves and that "I just need to get out and perform more."

Yeah.  And I'm pretty sure that that was the whole point. You take people who need polishing and start buffing. Help them get out there and get more gigs.

So, as with everything else, it would seem, I'm on my own with this one.

location: The Vault mood: irritated

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location: Music library mood: amused

People, you all are fucking crazy.

ALL of you.

::Goes back into aforementioned customized padded cell::

::Locks door::

location: The Customized Padded Cell mood: frustrated music: "You Could Drive a Person Crazy"—Company

I was talking to my boss Steph at work last week, and she made an observation about someone we both know. Now, she's not always the most astute individual when it comes to evaluating character, so I didn't give much weight to her pronouncement and pretty much forgot about it.

Until a few days ago, anyway.

I was having a chat with this person, and they said something to me that literally made my jaw drop because there it was—exactly what Steph was talking about.

And the more I think about it, the more it all makes sense to me.

Now I'm starting to feel really stupid.

Edit #1: Oh, yeah. She nailed it this time. And I'm a right bloody idiot.

location: Home mood: stupid music: "Realize"—Colbie Callait

1. What refrigerated item do you buy the most?
Iced tea.

2. Pick a good day for partying?
When everyone can get together. Usually part of a weekend.

3. Last motel you stayed at?
No idea.

4. Do you use paper cups/plates?
Only at picnics.

5. Are you Soprano, Alto, or Tenor?
No, I am a Mezzo. In fact, I am The Mezzo.

6. Do you have re-occurring dreams, and if so, about what?
I do, but not in the exact-same-dream sense. I tend to have dreams with the same theme—usually I'm looking for something and can't find it. The scenery and characters are different, but I'm always searching for something. No, that doesn't say anything about me at all.

7. Wallpaper or paint in your home?
Paint.

8. Have you ever milked a cow?
Is this a euphemism for something else? Because either way, no.

9. Describe your religious beliefs?
Mostly Buddhist/Taoist in nature, although I'm not an official practicioner of either. I also enjoy most of the Hindu pantheon just because they're so darn much fun. (Seriously, how can you not love a goddess who wears a belt of skulls?)

10. Does your area have any local legends/haunted houses?
Please, this is Bethlehem. Dead Moravians everywhere.

11. Fish with a worm or a lure?
I do not fish.

12. Last thing you said to someone in anger?
Can’t remember specifics, but I’m sure it involved Steph and the retarded monkeys.

13. Who's your bed buddy?
Baguette, my stuffed Lab puppy. Yes, that is both true and depressing.

14. How often do you use a tanning booth?
Freakin’ never.

15. How many DVDs do you own?
A lot.

16. Use a real pic or fake, on your profile?
Of course a real one!

17. Ever joined an online dating service?
Yes. Let’s not talk about the results, shall we?

18. Would you give someone a second chance who has been proven to be an idiot?
Probs not.

19. How old will you be in 2025?
Fifty-six.

20. Know anyone named Doc?
Yes.

21. Do you own any cut-off shorts?
LOL no.

22. Are any of your relatives in Iraq?
No. Well, I don’t think so.

23. What's your rent payment a month?
$600.

24. Camping in a tent or an RV?
No.

25. Are you a leader or a follower?
Let me put it this way: I firmly believe that lines were invented so I’d have something to be at the front of.

26. Last time ya got drunk and did karaoke?
The two did not happen at the same time. Drunk was a few weeks ago, karaoke was a year ago.

27. Have you ever stripped for money?
HAHAHA. No.

28. Oldest member of your immediate family is?
My mom! LOLOLOL!!!

29. Youngest?
One of my cousins’ kids. No, I don’t know how old they are.

30. How creative are you?
Quite.

31. Last friend you found on MySpace?
Meik.

32. Ever had the power go out for more than a day?
Nope.

33. How many over-due library books do you have?
None.

34. Last VHS program you viewed?
Something in Bach seminar last spring.

35. Describe your ring (if you wear one)?
Celtic knot/crescent moon, when I bother to put it on, which is not often anymore.

36. Do you believe in Bigfoot?
Yes. Also the Tooth Fairy and the Manicorn.

37. How many strangers are on your MySpace?
Quite a few.

38. Do you talk to them, or just "friend-collect"?
Collect the whole set!

39. What would you do if you were lost in the wild?
Eat a bear.

40. Last strobe light you were under?
Don’t know.

41. When you were not legally able to buy alcohol?
A long time ago. No, I’m not doing the math.

42. Do you buy/deal drugs?
I can get ya some Excedrin, but it’s gonna cost ya.

43. Favorite type of cough drop?
Queen Bee honey candies from Josh Early. Technically, they’re not cough drops, but they’re amazing when you have a sore throat.

44. Do you panic a lot?
It depends. I’m able to catch myself when it starts to happen and most times I can talk myself out of it.

45. What stresses you out the MOST?
My job; trying to get a career started.

46. What's your therapist's name?
I have two of them: Ben and Jerry.

47. Who do you know who is NOT married, engaged, or involved?
Lots of people. Eric, Phil, Maddie, Ilse, Joe.

48. If a loved one needed an operation, would you prostitute yourself to get the money?
Absolutely.

49. Do you like thinking games or silly games?
Yes, please.

50. Last time you ordered an ice cream sundae?
Not really a sundae person, so I guess it’s been a while.

51. Name 2 states you know people in?
PA and NY.

52. Are you friends with any of your ex's currents?
No way.

53. Do you hang your clothes, or throw 'em all over the place?
Yes. They’re everywhere.

54. How easily offended are you by curse words?
Not even slightly.

55. Do you like t-shirts with obscene pics/words on them?
Nah. Show a little dignity.

56. Ever been to a rave and been on E?
Never.

57. Do you consider yourself "wild" or "tame"?
All things considered, I’m rather tame.

58. Craziest thing you've done in the past 2 weeks?
Asked someone out. (Look, I said I was rather tame, didn’t I?)

59. Do you use an electric can opener or a hand one?
A hand one, of course.

60. What's your bra type?
Some days it’s a sports bra, some days a black satin padded push-up number. It all depends on where I’m going and what I’m doing.

61. Last time you went 4 hours away from your current area?
When I drove to Pittsburgh in July. Okay, that was slightly more than 4 hours.

62. Do you ever listen to Hank Williams, Jr.?
God, no.

63. How much do you spend at a laundromat, typically?
Four or five dollars.

64. Do you mow your own lawn?
Nope. Not sure who’s going to do that now…

65. What color is your swimsuit?
Well, the last one was pink leopard print, but I got rid of it because it was too big, so a the moment I don’t have a swimsuit. Which is fine since it’s October.

66. Ever seen Planet of the Apes?
Original and remake!

67. Favorite Muppet?
Miss Piggy.

68. Most annoying trait in a friend?
Dishonesty.

69. Do you giggle when someone says "69"?
Sure do. Sometimes I even point and laugh.

70. Who last pulled into your driveway to surprise you?
No one.

71.Do your friends hang at your house mainly, or you at their's?
Mine, for the most part.

72. Last thing you misplaced?
My heart. Have you seen it?

73. Do you need a magazine/newspaper when you go to the bathroom?
Not as a rule.

74. Are you a Yankee or a Southerner?
Yankee.

75. Tell a dirty joke?
Of course. If it’s dirty AND music-related, that’s even better.

76. Do you like spraying people with water hoses?
I’ve never tried it. Hmm…

77. Are you horny right now?
Not particularly.

78. If you could be sexual with someone right now, who would be your choice?
Not answering this.

79. Do you have a locket with someone's picture in it?
No.

80. Last time ya had to use an outhouse?
An outhouse? That would be never, I think.

81. Have you ever dressed out a deer?
::Vomits in mouth:: BAMBI?!? Eww, no.

82. What are your thoughts on society today?
We kinda suck, and we need to pull our head out of our collective ass.

83. Do you fight easily?
Nope. Most of the time, I will go to ridiculous lengths to avoid conflict.

84. Last person you borrowed money from?
Hmm. Mom?

85. Last person to borrow money from YOU?
Don’t know.

86. Do you think perms are out of style?
Depends on the kind of perm. Really tight ones, yes.

87. If you have kids, do you wish you could change their names?
Do not have kids.

88. Do you save your bottles?
For what? No, I recycle them.

89. How much money have you ever gotten from saving those bottles?
Nada.

90. Do you use DVR or VHS to record TV?
No.

91. Ever have mice in your house?
::Shudders:: Yes.

92. Ever had a restraining order against someone or yourself?
LOL, no.

93. Prefer stick or automatic?
Either is fine.

94. Ever been in a demolition derby?
HAH. No.

95. Clinton or Bush?
Oh, Clinton, definitely.

96. Best "parking" place in your town?
Not a clue.

97. What did your PC cost?
I have a Mac, and it cost me about $1600.

98. Ever had sex in a tent?
No. Should I?

99. What did your last comment say?
Some ad for a MySpace Life shindig somewhere in the area. Shan’t be attending.

100. Wow—was this long enough?
Considering I lost the will to live somewhere around question #38…sure.

location: Home mood: indifferent music: "Fergalicious"—Fergie

So when I woke up this morning, I thought I'd had this crack!dream where the tenor and I were having an online conversation about a midwestern legislator who sued God for terroristic threats, but the suit ended up being thrown out of court because God apparently has no permanent address (despite having plenteous real estate across the country and most of the globe).

And then I checked my chat log and realized that wait, it really did happen, and we really did have a conversation about it. Although it turned into a discussion of What Voice Part God Sings.

::Sigh::

location: Home mood: sarcastic music: "Come help, O God"—William Byrd

I've been having these weird dreams lately—they're not exactly nightmares (well, last night was an exception), but they're uncomfortable, because they all require me to make choices of one sort or another, and they all involve settling or selling out.

For example, one night I had to choose between an artistically satisfying career without much material success, or a big splashy career going the Charlotte Church/Andre Rieu route. (Apologies to those of you who might be fans, but you understand the distinction I'm trying to make.)

Another dream involved choosing between real, lasting love with someone I felt no physical attraction for, versus a relationship with someone who was amazingly beautiful but shallow and uninteresting.

I don't know what I've ended up choosing, or if I even get the chance to make a decision before the dreams morph into something else or I wake up or whatever. I kind of wish I did, lol.

And I'm not sure what my psyche is trying to tell me. I don't think I have any big decision to make anytime soon—at least nothing that's going to challenge my integrity.

There's really been only one thing I've had to wrestle with in the past couple of years, and I've done my best to do what I believe is best for everyone involved. (I don't always get it right, but on average, I'm doing pretty well, even when I'm tempted to just say screw it and do/say what I really want to.)

Whatever's going on, I hope my brain works it out soon. I'd like to get back to having those dreams where I have the artistically-satisfying-yet-also-splashy career where I get to sing AND wear the shinies, and then get whisked off to the romantic love nest by Mr. Right.

Who, btw, is a Ph.D AND a cover model for GQ.

location: Bed! mood: perplexed music: "I'm a stranger here myself"—Kurt Weill

So, at the beginning of the summer I decided I wanted to enter my first-ever vocal competition.

And Oaten and I worked on repertoire over the summer, namely the fourth movement  ("Urlicht") of Mahler's 2nd Symphony, which I ended up not being able to record/submit because we couldn't get our hands on a piano reduction so Canon could play it. (I mean, the man is good, but accompanying from an orchestral score? Come on.) So I ended up submitting the recording of the Alto Rhapsody from my recital CD instead.

And overall, I wasn't thrilled with the results of the recording sessions—not because of Canon's playing, or Jason's recording/mixing. On the contrary, I was amazed and grateful that they were willing to take time out of their already-busy schedules to do it for me at all, and what they did was wonderful.

Nope. The sucking was all me. I felt rushed, under pressure, I didn't have Oaten's ears there for two of the three sessions—I just knew I hadn't sung my best, which made me feel even more like crap because shit, there will never be a time when conditions are optimal. There is always something, and I'm supposed to be able to move beyond that, do the job, make the music, no matter what.

So I'd been feeling a little bit (okay, a lot) of a failure for the past couple of weeks, especially as September 29 (the deadline for when they'd be notifying the semifinalists that they'd been chosen) drew closer and closer. I've been trying not to think about it, but it keeps popping up at odd moments.

And then.

I got home from work tonight—tired, hungry, soggy, depressed—and fell onto my bed to check my e-mail.

And there it was. A lovely e-mail from the coordinator of the competition, telling me that I've been chosen as an alternate semifinalist.

OMGWHAT?!?!?!?!?!!1

Indeed. Should any of the semifinalists withdraw or be unable to make the October 25 competition date, I could be flying to Greensboro, NC to compete.

Holy shit. On a shingle.

When I called Canon to tell him the news, he responded immediately (in his sultry baritone), "Well, now you're going to have to start killing off the semifinalists." (I swear to God, only Canon can make murder sound like sex. Really, really good sex.)

So while I still maintain that the CD I submitted in no way represents the best of my abilities, I suppose there is a slight chance that it is not quite as full of suck as I imagined.

location: Home mood: ecstatic music: "I'm a stranger here myself"—Kurt Weill

So, tell me again how popcorn and soda are linked to forgetting to take your birth control pill?

location: A movie theatre? mood: confused

"Wait...if we're going to London, that means somebody's going to have to speak French!"

Ri-i-i-i-i-ght.

On another note: OMG TEH HEADSHOTZ R HEER!!!

location: Bed! mood: confused music: "Fergalicious"—Fergie

1. Recital at Carnegie Hall. With the New York Phil.
2. Get my ass on the stages of the world's major opera houses.
3. Turn the Moravian music department into a conservatory to be reckoned with.
4. Go get the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and get down to that happily ever after. Or a reasonable facsimilie thereof.


Edit 1: Also, learn to count. >.<

location: Bed! mood: inspired music: "Awake"—Josh Groban tags: writer's block

I seem to have bitten through my tongue.

location: Bed! mood: somewhat ironically amused music: "What I Did for Love"—A Chorus Line

Do you have the following in your bedroom...

Condoms?
Yes.

Tampons?
No.

More than 6 pairs of shoes
OMG, yes.

iPod?
Yes.

Picture of you and your bf/gf?
n/a

Picture of you and your ex?
There are some of us from our trip to the UK in 2003.

Dishes?
Nope.

What color are your curtains?
Pink and purple satin.

Playstation?
No.

Any animals?
No.

Naughty videos?
HA HA HA.

Bible?
HA HA HA.

Dresser?
Yes.

Computer?
Yes.

Pictures?
Yes.

Mirror?
Yes.

Skateboard?
Negatory.

Clothes on the floor?
Ugh, everywhere.

Surfboard?
No.

Smoke detector?
No.

Piano/keyboard/Guitar/bass/drums?
No, although I have ridiculous amounts of music lying on the floor.

Bottle of water?
Of course.

Blacklight?
What is this, 1978? Of course not.

Medals/ribbons/trophies?
No.

Cigarettes?
No.

Any drugs?
Nope.

Wii?
No.

Television?
No.

Lighter?
No.

How many windows do you have in your room?
Three

What color is your bed sheet?
Taupe with green and pink paisleys

Has the opposite sex ever been in your room?
Yes.

Has the opposite sex been on your bed?
Yes.

Are you going to repost this?
In about three seconds.

location: Home mood: cheerful music: "Koi mil gaya"

LOL! I wish I could just use this as my headshot.



I'm not thrilled with the eyes, but they were the best choice, unless I wanted to be frighteningly bug-eyed or ridiculously Asian.

I do like the mouth, though. And the stars in my hair. Shiny.

I wonder if I could find some hairclips with stars on them. That would actually work in my hair, I mean.

Also, erinpuff, the song I'm currently listening to is for you, LOL.

location: Home mood: artistic music: "I Wish I Could Go Back to College"—Avenue Q

I was looking forward to a pedicure after today's lesson—I've been spending a lot of time on my feet, what with the deli being so busy during Musikfest and all, and they deserve a little bit of pampering—but the blisters on my left heel mean that I'm going to have to postpone that for a few days.

Oh, perfidious plaid sneakers. And yet, I cannot wait to wear you again.

::Sigh:: I guess we really do love most those things that hurt us worst.

location: Home mood: betrayed music: "Broken"—Daughtry

I thought since I had the day free I'd check out the Promenade Shops off 378; I've only been there once (well, technically twice, but once later at night, just to go to the movies), and that was almost two years ago in the freezing cold. So I headed over the mountain, popped into Barnes & Noble for a vanilla bean frappuccino, started meandering...

...And was unimpressed.

No, seriously. There's crap there. Okay, there's Barnes & Noble. And Brooks Brothers, which I guess technically is not crap. At least if you're judging according to prices.

But most of everything else isn't anything you wouldn't find anywhere else. Old Navy. Aeropostale. American Eagle. Pacsun, ffs.

It's like the Lehigh Valley Mall for people who don't want to bother driving to the Lehigh Valley Mall. Come to think of it, even the LVM has better stuff in their new section—Sephora, Sonoma Williams, the Apple store.

Don't ask me what I thought I was going to find there; I have no idea. But the commercials I've heard on the radio made it sound a lot better than it actually is. Of course, if I could just be normal and like the same things everybody else does, I wouldn't have this problem and could go on my merry way, none the wiser. ::Sigh:: But where would the fun in that be, eh?

And, at the risk of sounding like some crotchety old cat lady, can anyone explain what the fuck is going on with women's clothing? I noticed it the other night at Avenue, and again today. Who is designing those horrible, eye-bending prints that are showing up in every window? They're like someone's bad acid trip done in polyester. Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ. Are we supposed to wear these?

(I almost asked a saleswoman at Avenue if one of the shirts came with the wig, nose, and clown shoes or if I was going to have to buy those separately. But she was a sweet, grandmotherly type, and it wasn't her fault the choices were hideous.)

Eventually, I found a couple of pairs of jean shorts and a camisole that I liked. Not at the Promenade, of course.

Oh, and some shoes. PLAID shoes. In tasteful maroons and pinks on a taupe background.

They're adorable. You'll love them.

location: Home mood: blah music: "My Strongest Suit"—Aida

My roasted dill potatoes smell like love.

Well, so does the london broil and biscuits, to be honest.

But the taters...mmm...


Edit #1: And, as it turned out, they tasted like love, too!  :-Q______

Damn, but I can cook.

location: Home mood: hungry music: "Martha's Foolish Ginger"—Tori Amos

Even after more than a year out of the business. Go me!

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location: Home mood: pleased music: "Broken"—Daughtry

This is the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Two and a half minutes of my life I'll never get back.

Best. Wedding cake. EVAR.



The page with the full size photo is here, if you want more detail.
If there were ever the possibility of me getting married, this would be the cake I'd choose.

Just as an indication of things to come.

location: Home mood: amused

I dreamed last night that MoCo decided to do Cats for its spring "choral" performance.

Our "pit" was Matt Swiss on the crappy upright from Foy. (Only we weren't in Foy Hall. I don't know where we were, actually. But there were a lot of folding chairs.)

Now imagine your friends and fellow choir members decked out in Cats costumes. Only...it's third-rate, MoCo-style costuming. And no one knows the words or the music or even what number comes next.

Yeah.

location: Home mood: nauseated

In which Eric and I learned that gay marriage in Massachusetts leads to black-market organ trafficking in West Virginia.

Still scratching my head about this.

location: Home mood: confused music: "X-Files Theme Remix"—Unkle

Your result for The Free to Fall in Love Test...

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This, btw, is not a surprise unto me. 

location: Home mood: moody music: "I Know the Truth"—Aida

Weird lesson with Oaten today, and I'm still not sure wtf is going on.

I told him about the Lyman competition and the RI Nozze audition and got the Oaten Stamp of Approval for both (not unexpected, but there was the possibility that he'd think that the opera wouldn't be worth it financially, assuming I made it into the production). Which was great. He even loaned me his copy of the score so I can pick out some recit for the audition—easier said than done since Cherubino is in a lot of scenes but often sings just a phrase or two, often ten notes/words or less.

So we talked through that and then got down to some vocalizing. My range continues to spiral upward, and today I was tossing off B-flats no probs. Greg imparted a bit of advanced wisdom, as he likes to call it—little things that add clarity or vibrancy to my tone, little diction tricks that fool the ear into thinking I'm a native speaker—this time about moving the sound forward in my mouth up there in the mezzosphere.

Even though he described it as a feeling of moving forward, when I thought about it I realized what I was doing was actually adding some extra lift to my soft palate. Either way, it was rather distinctive, and I could feel the difference when I switched back and forth.

(Yes, I know, fascinating stuff. I told you I'm a voice geek, lol.)

So after that we went to work on "Voi lo sapete" from Cavalleria Rusticana—G's and A's out the wazoo. Goddamn emo Italians. By the end of it I was feeling...trashed...vocally. It was that hot, raw feeling that you get after screaming your lungs out, or when you're getting a really sore throat.

DO NOT WANT.

I told Oaten what I was feeling, and how it sounded to me—scratchy and unfocused—particularly when I had to follow up with some low Bs in the next phrase. He said it sounded fine, that it was supposed to sound weepy, which is true—after all, the text is "Io piango" (I weep). But I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to actually feel it in my throat while I'm singing it.

So we stopped for the day and spent the rest of the time talking (Greg also called Young's to order a copy of the Nozze score for me because God forbid they should have it in stock), which was useful, but the whole episode has left me...unsettled.

It's been a long time since I felt like this after singing. (Bruckner doesn't count, because I damn well knew I was singing crap for that—high + light + piano = ANGRY MEZZO THROAT.)

I guess I have to take into consideration that it was the first time I was really singing through it with him, so I'll probably have to make adjustments to how I'm currently singing.

And it's hard on the cords, wailing away up there. (The poor things are vibrating like a mofo.) And I haven't, up to this point, done a lot of it. A note here and there in songs and arias. But even up to the end of last year, he wasn't taking me up above a G most days.

So it very well may be a case of teaching the muscles what to do and how to do it, and then letting them get used to that kind of work. Oaten's been throwing the word "spinto" at me a lot the past couple of lessons (softening me up? NEVAR.), and he's been doing a lot of careful listening while we're vocalizing.

I prefer the term "falcon," if you please.

location: Home mood: anxious music: "Wait for You"—Elliot Yamin tags: falcon, mezzo, spinto, voice

 

Can I hire you to do my headshots?

location: Home mood: curious music: "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again"—Phantom of the Opera

I hate this. I absolutely fucking hate this.

A one-way ticket to Anywhere Else, please?

location: Home mood: discontent music: The Daily Show

Sometimes there are just no words.

Other than "WTF," of course.

location: living room mood: WTF? music: "When You're Gone"—Avril Lavigne

LOL, erinpuff. If I write you a LOLtext, can you set it to music? :-D

location: living room mood: cheerful music: "O had I Jubal's lyre" (from Joshua)—Magdalena Kozena

...Awww...



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location: A galaxy far, far away... mood: amused

Wow. It's like they know my life or something.

location: Bed! mood: mischievous music: "You Can't Stop the Beat"—Hairspray soundtrack

I'm going to have to give this a resounding no.

>.<

location: living room mood: meh music: nope

So it appears that I DO know how to talk after all! ^^

I just had my first honest-to-God, longer-than-30-seconds conversation with Coffee Guy. Don't ask me how it happened; he asked how things were going and I said that the semester was winding down and then he asked what I do during the summer and next thing I knew, we were talking about South Africa (he's been, I haven't) and Russia (I've been, he hasn't—but he has a friend who lives there). Somewhere in there was the Italy and Austria trip (he's never been to Europe), and a little bit about music. He "kind of" plays the drums; he picked it up from his brother, who actually plays.

Also, he was a golf pro for about 15 years, which explains the country club connection. (He works at Saucon Valley Country Club as a beverage manager.)

Oh, and his birthday is May 12. Ilse thinks I should take him out for a drink before I leave.

Or I could just show up at his place with bottles of Rumpleminz and Jaeger and we can toss down a couple of...what were they called? Screaming Nazis, I think. Unfortunate name for a really tasty shot. (They taste like York Peppermint Patties, btw.)

Thank God I learned how to do a shot of tequila last week, LOL. :-D

location: Bed! mood: giggly music: "Liber scriptus"—Verdi Requiem

I wonder if this ever happens to the tenor while he's in the lab? :-)

Am officially sick of Bach.

Edit #1: This now is even more true. Greg just ran me through one of the arias from the St. Matthew Passion—all curly bits and accidentals—and o god, he so couldn't play it.

And when Greg can't play something, his instinctive response is to go faster.

So I mumbled my way through it and tried to keep a sense of the beat (the tonality was a lost cause). But now I feel like a failure because this is My Music and I should be able to sight read it flawlessly.

Even though not really.

On a good note, however, MY JURY PIECES ARE MEMORIZED. WOOT.

Now I just have to give Canon the music.

location: The HUB mood: sick music: "Agnus Dei"—Mass in B Minor

I wants.

Lavender AND pink AND periwinkle? And spiral curls? ::Happy::



This is what my hair's going to look like for my next recital. :-)



This...OMG, this. Yes, please.


You all realize, of course, that THIS is the real reason I want to sing at the Met. World-class institution, prestigious opera company, blah blah blah.

I just want to get my hands on their wig department.

location: Teh intarnetz mood: ecstatic music: "Devil's Haircut"—Beck

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I can relate. >.

location: Antonio! mood: ditzy music: "The Patronus Light"—HP III soundtrack