Well.

My grad dress still fits. And my mom is going to do my hair. I trust her (I think) and it will save me upwards of $70.00. Plus I might be able to talk her into getting me a curling iron to keep so I can use it in the future. For occasions when I want curly hair.
Frick it's hot. Like...when I was giving myself a facial and wearing nothing but a towel, I was sweating buckets. Not a pretty mental picture, I'm sure. But I am a human with functioning sweat glands. And by jove you're going to hear about them.
I'm so excited for Ickies. Also I am worried I won't be able to find my choir uniform and that spiders have made their nest in my clean laundry. Nevermind. My point is, excited.
2 weeks. Can I wait that long? Yes, but it will be agonizingly long!

Musical Quote of the Day

"Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me
When all you've got to keep is strong
Move along
Move along
Like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along
Move along
Just to make it through
Move along
Move along

So on a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

Speak to me
When all you've got to keep is strong
Move along
Move along
Like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along
Move along
Just to make it through
Move along"

-The All-American Rejects Title: Move Along

What...the...Hell...

Why is it that just when I think everything might actually be sorted out, everything gets turned upside-down, leaving me confused and slightly pissed off.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a bad mood. I mean, I, myself, apart from my bleeding reproductive organ, am good. I'm just a bit annoyed because I had figured all of the things I need to be in control of out, and now one tiny little thing has changed and I need to start all over again. Any of you would find that irritating, to be sure.
So, here is what is the matter. My sister gave me a sheet that had all possible shifts for me to work in the up coming weeks. I checked off the ones that I knew (or thought I knew) I could do. I discussed it with Kevin, because as much as I need to work, I want desperately to spend time with him too. We got it all sorted out and there was much rejoicing. But now, of course, it's all gone to shit. I get an email saying that the rehearsals for the tour choir in June are going to be on Thursdays, from 4:45 until 6:30. And most of the shifts I wanted to work are Thursdays. And it's frustrating because in order to go to Japan, I need to know the music and attend the rehearsal's, but I can't go if I can't pay for it and I need to work in order to pay for it! And somewhere in between singing my lungs out and worrying about money I'd actually like to spend some time with my boyfriend, is that too much to ask?
Apparently.

Musical Quote of the Day

"My life is brilliant

My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel
Of that I'm sure
She smiled at me on the subway
She was with another man
But I won't lose her
I'll sleep all night
'Cause I've got a plan

You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
It's true
I saw your face
In a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
'Cause I'll never be with you"

-James Blunt Title: You're Beautiful

Stop Signs Are Not Tasty

Damn you, Stan...damn you.
Anyway, today on the bus ride home, I thought of something so good and exciting that my eyes welled up and I very nearly cried with joy. But then a mosquito flew by my ear so instead I just flinched and swatted at the air. I'm fairly certain I looked like an insane person, but the original intent of my thoughts had been good. I just rather feel like...there is something that feels wonderful and amazing inside my heart that grows every day and fills me with joy. I know, I know, that sounds retarded. Whatevs.
Anyway, so tomorrow I have to a)try to get my math back b)rehearse with Ms Strome the second soprano line of Streets of London, Panis Angelicus (it's so boring...I was falling asleep and I'd just had a coffee), and my favourite, Cape Breton Lullaby. Which pretty much the second sopranos have the prettiest line and I love it and it sends shivers down my spine to hear it. And then I realize that sound is coming out of my mouth, and the mouths of my fellow choristers. It was the awesome. And c)pick up/fill out a blank cheque. Woo!
And now, here we go...

Musical Quote of the Day

"Drift wood is burning blue
Wild walk the wall shadows
Night winds go riding by
Riding by the lochie meadows
On to the ring of day
Flows Mira's stream singing

Cai dil gu la laddie
La laddie
Sleep the stars away

Far on Beinn Bhreagh's side
Wander the lost lammies
Here there and everywhere
Everywhere their troubled mammies
Find them and fold them deep
Fold them to sleep singing

Cai dil gu la laddie
La laddie
Sleep the moon away

Daddy is on the bay
He'll keep the pot brewin'
Keep all from tumblin' down
Tumblin' down to rack and ruin
Pray Mary send him home
Safe from the foam singing

Cai dil gu la laddie
La laddie
Sleep the dark away"

-Composed by Kenneth Leslie (performed by many a choir) Title: Cape Breton Lullaby

The Anger of a Thousand Fathoms

That is the way I feel now. What with my hypocritical mother and everything. Frick.
Anyway, tomorrow is Wednesday and I have choir, until very late in the day. 9:00. I must remember to bring foodage with me.
And now I am probably going to play World of Warcraft, because I am a loser who likes World of Warcraft. But I don't like being killed by the Horde. Or gnomes. Seriously...gnomes are so freaking annoying. Everytime I see one in the game I wish I was in Horde mode so I could use Pashaly to stomp them to death. But unforetunately I'm a night elf, and as much as I want to crush them with my unbridled rage I can't. But honestly, never met a single person who likes gnomes.
16 days. That's a long time. I'm sad. And angry at my mother. And wish things were different sometimes.

Musical Quote of the Day

"I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them
I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again

Hope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
I hear them scream
I hear them fight
They say bad words and make me want to cry
I close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday

Promises mean everything
When you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in yours eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now"

-Everclear Title: Wonderful
Let's just say when I feel angry like this, I feel little and the world is so big...wonderful seems like a long way off.
Sorry for the moody-ness. Blame my estrogen-high ovaries.