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[26 Oct 2005|11:41pm] |
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I'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKERS.
With a vengeance.
Twenty minutes and one day until my birthday. FUCK YEAH.
Oh. And my nephew is cuter than yours is. HA.
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[09 Mar 2005|11:56pm] |
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There is nothing quite so scary as shitting blood.
However, I pwned my vocal jazz solo, got two 1s for Solo and Ensemble, and I'm in the Florentine program. Might go for Seussical. Probably will.
Meh, I think the good sort of outweighs the bad.
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[19 Feb 2005|04:22pm] |
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I exist.
Moliere sucked in my life and spat it out again. I have been triple-scheduled at times. And that, my darlings, is why it took so long for me to update.
Senior year is... hectic, yet entertaining, yet maddening. I never thought I'd get senioritis, but look at me go.
AHEM. Milwaukeeans, come to Opera Gala. I'm singing the Habanera from Carmen. You must come see. No, Opera isn't boring. And if I hear that once more I may have to hurt somebody. And it won't kill you to attend it. Yes, my schedule is as packed as yours, and I consider your things to be important as well, so I'd like for somebody to actually attend something of mine for once. But it's okay if you don't - after all, what does getting a solo with a damned chorus behind me matter? It's not a big deal or anything.
Seven-thirty at the Pius chapel, you know you want to. And even if you don't, it'd be a nice surprise.
I am dying of stress. It's not pleasant at all. I can't wait for February to be over. Miser is over on March... sixth, I think, and that's when I can finally take a breather.
I'm really rather exhausted.
Edit: More shameless self-promotion. I updated the Percy/Flint. Yay.
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[12 Nov 2004|11:01pm] |
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It feels like someone hit me in the back of the head with the Brinkley.
I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but, whatever. Ignore it.
( Music list )
Yeah, that's a lot, but at least I'm enjoying it.
...ow.
I bought a year's paid account. Should upload icons. Tomorrow. Yes.
What a shock, Grace is the lead in a Pius musical. Again. Then Theresa and, well, I assumed it'd be Rachel as Hannah, and I hadn't expected Henry but it doesn't surprise me, as very little of the cast does. Surprise me, that is.
Note to self: print out stuff for The Miser, Peter'll want to see it.
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[05 Nov 2004|11:18pm] |
I watched parts five and six of Broadway: the American Musical, and cried when they played Jonathan Larson singing "One Song Glory."
NATS today. Didn't make finals. Still, got good feedback. ... And I apparently can't use subjects, okay.
Mostly that I have a "pretty, young voice with straight tone," and "a good understanding of [my] music." Also, that I'm "musical." I'm not sure what that means.
It's Guy Fawkes Day - though not in Britain anymore, but still.
Relatedly: Stand up. Someone has to.
I have hope for this country - but, as they say, "something's gotta give."
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[02 Nov 2004|06:21pm] |
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I WANT TO KNOW NOW, DAMN IT.
How can anyone say politics are BORING? HOW?
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[25 Oct 2004|03:59pm] |
( Why am I not surprised? )
I think I'm addicted to Jeopardy.
You know, it starts out sane - you just turn it on when you come home - but you start to realize you're taping it when you're going to miss it, and you know that Johnny says "And here's our host - Alex TREE-bek!" (and the mere fact that you know that the announcer's name is Johnny, and the first host of it was Art Fleming), and you keep calling people "pansies" when they won't bet more than a thousand on a Daily Double, then you realize that you may be taking it a teensy bit too far.
Next thing you know I'll be writing wagers in under my essays. *shudder*
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[20 Oct 2004|10:28pm] |
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"Exultate Deo." |
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Choir concert tomorrow.
It's no surprise to me; I am my own worst enemy.
Yeah, I know, how damn emo of me, posting song lyrics.
Now I'm going to go back to doing nothing at an amazing pace, and such dexterity.
It's kind of hard to insult someone who's viewed their faults head-on and accepted them as a part of their inherent ineligibility to be considered a decent person.
I'd rather be myself and know that I'm a nothing than convince myself otherwise.
Face it, kids, we're headed towards nothing; the big light in the sky is the product of an opiate called hope. I can't bear an existence without a god, but I can't bring myself to deny the essential structure of reality by saying that there is something out there that gives a damn. That one day I'll get my due. I know I won't. I won't allow myself to get my due. That's the whole damn problem.
Could be, who knows?
I'd rather be clear-headed. Let the faithful say what they will, that I'll be damned for being a skeptic - my eyes are open and no one can control me. Faith allows control. If I have faith in nothing, no one can control me.
I hope the choir concert goes well, that I'll admit. I have no faith that we'll do any better than today, but circumstances change.
There's no point anymore. Spite. Pride. Some strange breed of contentment that's the closest I'll get.
There's no point. Still, I'll play along.
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[25 Aug 2004|04:36pm] |
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"This Masquerade" |
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Uh-huh. That's right. ph34r.
It is really Sunday. I do not have school tomorrow, no. I am not going into my senior year now. kthxbai.
Yay obliviousness!
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[21 Aug 2004|09:42am] |
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"It's De-Lovely," De-Lovely soundtrack. |
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Okay, I think everyone is allowed one post like this.
For the record, I've convinced myself into selling a few things that are cluttering up my living space.
List:
Uterus
Fallopian tubes
Ovaries
Whole set for 15 dollars. Ten. ONE FUCKING DOLLAR. I'll even throw in a kidney if you want AND PAY YOU TO TAKE THEM 'cause at the moment, OW, OW, EFFING OW, MAKE IT END GOD PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY MERCY PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT END.
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Okay, point made. This is my cue to exit stage left and go to read slash smut.
Bidding is open.
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[17 Aug 2004|03:33pm] |
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"Tug of War," Nikka Costa |
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YAY I HAVE A PAID ACCOUNT AGAIN, YAY.
*resists urge to go on iconning spree*
By the way, am now taking requests for animated icons, because I am a graphicswhore.
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[12 Aug 2004|03:24pm] |
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"Superman," Bush |
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I was sorted into Ravenclaw. w00t.
More later. Funny story about Kill Bill Vol. 2, but it'll have to wait. <333
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[08 Aug 2004|08:39pm] |
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"No Good Deed," Wicked. |
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Okay, it might have been a minor victory, and I've come out a little bit more insane from it, but. Animation Shop is now my bitch. Gave it the Mord-Sith bitchslap. Damn straight.
I AM NOW L33T. About as l33t as a toaster, but it's more l33t (l33ter? ...liter?) than I was before, j0.
While you're indulging my ego (because you know you want to) you may as well read the first installment of my 400 words a day. I've yet to type up yesterday's - whoops. Anyway, it's here, and vaguely fucked-up, though if you know me, that shouldn't surprise you.
Yes, Liz is now immortalized as Ho!Mione forever in icon history. Speaking of icons, I now have the sad job of herding them all over to GJ, and then convincing my mother "But Mooooom, I need a paid account, I ONLY HAVE 3 ICONS. THREE. HOW CAN I TRULY REPRESENT A REAL RANGE OF EMOTIONS WITH ONLY THREE ICONS?!?!?!"
Er. Or something like that. Maybe with less punctuation? Yes, that's probably a good idea.
Er. LIZ IS TAKING ME OUT TO COFFEE TOMORROW. w00t.
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[06 Aug 2004|01:09pm] |
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"Pistola," Incubus |
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One: The Percy/Flint is getting reviews. Damn straight. Apparently not everyone thinks I'm a freak for writing it. Yay.
Two: Liz, you need to link me to the Ho!Mione picture, and that is that. 'Cause now I've got an Animation Shop and I can actually make the icon, and oh yeah, w00t.
Three: Fuck, I'm bored. I finished American Gods and Dune Messiah, two rather depressing books.
( However, here's a reason to read American Gods. )
Am plowing slowly but carefully through Paradise Lost and Canterbury Tales, though I really should be reading Crime and Punishment for AP English - oops.
Mom is going out of town today. w00t. I wonder what it'll take for her to buy me a new paid account again? *is spoiled rotten*
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[31 Jul 2004|02:50pm] |
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...I have the feeling I'm destroying my novel.
( Cut for your pleasure--I mean, the sake of your flists. )
Sweetie, if you still want to look at it, you can. I'm rewriting chapter one entirely, but two through five are done. I think you'll definitely notice a change.
And I'm feeling artistic lately... so anyone who wants a layout, ask. I will be more than willing to comply.
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