Screw You, Choir Bitches

There are some really mean bitchy girls in choir. I mean, really mean. Like Gabby and Georgeanne and stuff. But I had a great rehearsal anyway. And school was good. And I am hungry...and thirsty, and Kari is awesome. She laughed the hardest of all when I dragged my butt along the floor like a dog with worms. Long story.

Musical Quote of the Day

"I am wind upon the sea
I am wave upon the ocean
I am murmur of the billows
I am ray of golden sun
I am hawk above the cliff
I am wild boar in valour
I am point of lance in battle
I am stag of seven tynes
I am stag of seven tynes

Who but I
Can throw the light
Upon the meeting of the mountains
Who but I
Will cry aloud
The ages phases of the moon
Who but I
Can know the place
Where sun returns at time of rest
Who but I
Who but I

I am fairest of flowers
I am song of the blackbird
I am salmon in the water
I am word of magic art"

-Daniel Brewbake (composer) Title: Who But I
From the story "Out of the Mist Above the Real". It's a beautiful Celtic piece, and I love it. It's about a shapeshifter.