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It's three days into the new semester, and I'm stressed. This is not good. When I ma stressed I procrastinate on everything. I went to Choir today, even though I said I wasn't going to. I was half an hour late, so I basically walked in, picked up music, sang through it once with the group, and then we split into SATB quartets and auditioned in. I'm thinking that maybe I shouldn't actually join, as Urinetown is going to have enough learning four-part harmony to keep me busy, plus there's English and Math. Speaking of Urinetown, I'm playing Mrs. Millenium, making me one of the few named members of Cladwell's staff. It made me really happy. Boy I feel shallow now. Math was okay today, but I have a feeling the longer it lasts the more stressed out I'll get about iy. I've spent the last 17 years of my life loathing math, and all of a sudden I'm enjoying it. Not the time that it takes, that stresses me out, but the whole process of accomplishing something is very theraputic. My Mother is making me paranoid, because apparently some missing child case has now been linked to MySpace, to there are all sorts of warning and recommendations of canceling your account and such. I canceled miune. It will make the parents feel better, and i hardly use it anyway. English scares me. It involved having to write resposes to these essays we read, and then we have to post them in an online "Blackboard" forum thing. Now, if we were reading fiction, I'd be fine, but I don't know that I'm going to do well with quasi-political non-fiction. That's the sort of thing I avoid like the plague. Well, at least anything relating to Americal politics post-WWII, which is kind of sad since I live in post-WWII America. Dealo with it. Although I am pleased to have Illustrator, I have having a heck of a time editing the logo Dad needs me to. Augh, that's a dangling participle. Oh well. I made new icons today for darkbroodings. I don't think they're that great, but they're more useful than the ones I had. You know, later I'm going to look back on this massivly stream-of-consciousness entry and hate myself for writing this way, but I really don't care. I'm beginning to worry, because this is pretty much the second minor panic attack I've had in three days. Oh, darn, I still have to upload those CDs and burn the CD for Chuck for that couple's dinner thing. That's another thing I have to put on my To-Do list. I haven't worked much on my finish_the_hat entry. I should finish it, so that I can post it before the last day of January. I can't wait for tomorrow's rehearsal, since we actually get to get up and more. I must remember my character shoes. I need to work on the music for that song, to be sure I know the words and my part. I think I fake musical ability really well, because I really have trouble learning harmonies and such, but no one seems to believe that. I'm going to stop typing now and try to calm down some, and maybe do something with some semblance of productivity.