I Shouldn't Be Allowed Near Impressionable Children

I am the older person in the Soprano Two section in the tour choir, and everyone else is about 5 years younger than me. The girls are very sweet and funny, and laugh at everything I say, and their minds are mine to mold. Oh dear. God have mercy on their souls...Hahahahahaaaa...
Kari, for the love of all things holy (like Swiss cheese) please get in touch with me before Saturday. Thanks, you hot piece of ass! Oh that's right, I went there!

Musical Quote of the Day

"Stop!
Don't!
No!
Please!
Mama, I'm a big girl now!

Once upon a time I was just a shy young kid
You never let me do just what the older kids did
But lose that laundry list of what you won't allow
'Cause Mama, I'm a big girl now!

Once upon a time I used to play with toys
But now I'd rather play around with teenage boys
So if I get a hicky please don't have a cow
'Cause Mama, I'm a big girl now!

Ma, I gotta tell you that without a doubt
I got my best dancing lessons from you
You're the one who taught me how to twist and shout
Because you shout non-stop
And you're so twisted too
Oooh!"

-Hairspray (Broadway Musical) Title: Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now
That's right, I'm a big girl now...a big girl having a SECRET DRUNKEN PARTY!!! OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT!

Hmmmm...

Running late, again, so I might as well just blog for a while.
I apologize for the high content of bitchiness in the last entry. I would say it won't happen again, but I'd be lying! Hahaha!
Anyway, so today I am not feeling too good...I'm not sure why. I'm not sick, I just feel sort of "stuffed". Probably all that chili I ate for dinner last night. I was very hungry. Yeah, that's it. Chili, your very-American deliciousness has forced me to succumb to your will once again...
I am such a damned loser.
But in other news! I am hosting a secret party on the weekend! Just me and six other people, mostly from junior high. It's going to be absolutely smashing! Just don't tell my mom. Because she'll say no and then break me in half. I'm not joking.
Also, my hair is pretty today. I actually made a little bit of effort to make it look good, and it paid off. I'll be missing broadcasting because of it, but whatever. Sacrifices must be made!
Heheheeeee...now, whenever I type, I can't forget the expression on Kevin's face when he saw that I press the caps lock key just to type one capital letter, then I tap it again and keep typing. Yes, I'm well aware that I can just press shift, but when I was learning about how to type and computers and stuff, I didn't know that and thought you had to press cap lock everytime, and now it is habitual. Hahaha, I'm such the nerd, sometimes.

Musical Quote of the Day

"Life has a funny way
Of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay
And everything's going fine
Life has a funny way
Of helping you out
When you think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face"

-Alanis Morisette (I don't like her music enough to figure out how you actually spell her name) Title: Ironic
I don't really like her music at all, but this song just popped into my head.

Fan-fucking-tastic...

Just when I think I can't possibly cry anymore, that I drained myself last night, sobbing silently until four in the morning, I miraculously produce more tears. Brilliant.
In case you can't tell, I'm pretty upset by what happened at Dad's yesterday. I was having such a fun holiday weekend, too...everything was perfect. And today, at school, I casually told some people, but I didn't cry or anything. I did most of that last night.
Sorry, I'm reading Stephen King, and have picked up his knack for keeping the reader in suspense. Bear with me.
So, yeah, my dad picked me up from Kevin's, where I thoroughly enjoyed myself, not to mention ate a lot of gummi bears.
Oh God, it's not fair.
He picked me up, I thought everything was cool. I was going to spend a lovely Thanksgiving with my dad, who I love so very much...he may embarrass me sometimes, but I still love him. Everything was so normal, too. Looking back, I'm not surprised I didn't see it coming. I helped in the kitchen, nothing exploded, we laughed and talked through dinner. I ate more than Dad! That never happens. But I was so hungry. It was delicious.
After dinner, we went to sit to watch a movie, but first Meagan wanted to show them our England photos. That's when it all went bad. Sharon looked at my dad. "Should we tell them, now?"
"Tell us what?" I had asked. Meagan grinned.
"You're going to Wales, again?" she guessed.
"Yes," said my dad. "We're moving there. Me and Sharon. To live."
...
I'm not sure if my facial expression changed, but the feeling of a warm full belly was instantly replaced with the feeling as if someone had just force fed me a bucket full of ice. They said why, but all I heard was distant voices. My head was spinning. No...no Dad, please, you can't go...
Maybe everyone thinks I'm overreacting. I'm an adult, now, and he misses his parents, and sisters and all of my relatives. They're both moving to Wales, and I knew they eventually would, but I thought...later...but they want to be gone by Christmas! I have about two months left to spend with my dad, before IT happens. And I know IT will. Maybe I'm just being selfish. FINE I AM SELFISH! I don't like change...such big changes. Besides, that's the time when another person very near and dear to my heart will be leaving to pursuing his dreams as well. I thought the two of us had a long time, but with my dad going too, I suddenly realize how close it really is, and it makes me sad.
Augh, I'm just so angry! It isn't fair! Do you know how often I get to go to England to see my family?! ONCE EVERY 3-5 YEARS, IF NOT LONGER!!! And even then, just for a week or two. I had to fit in 3 years of time into 7 days that I had with my Nana...I don't want to not see my dad for...years...
It just...sucks.