I Want to Make a Mix CD With an Artsy Little Cover.
Well, I've got 10 minutes to kill before my laundry comes out of the dryer.
So, I'm going to regale you all with tales of my day.
Well, not a lot happened. My voice teacher is still sick, so I worked with Dana again. My Italian is improving slightly. My problem is actually French, because my spoken French has a lot of colloquial twang to it, my vowels are all wrong and I use a lot of Z in my D sound. It's kind of maddening because I already know the language, and it's as if I'm not even speaking French when I sing it. But yeah. I've also been working a lot on the Grandmaison, which is Quebecois French, so it's marginally more my style. I don't know how the hell it's going to come together considering how much Sunday's rehearsal blew, but we'll see. I'm honestly rooting for it because parts of the piece are definitely growing on me. I just hope everyone went home and did their work. My dad's up here on business as of Thursday, so my mum's coming along, and my uncle's in town and my grandparents are coming up from Ottawa all to see this potential choral and orchestral disaster. I feel like such a shmuck, but hey, they're trying to support me.
Man, my back hurts. And my head. I need a massage like whoa. I'd be entirely willing to reciprocate. Bonus points if you're a cute and nice smelling boy.
It's weird. I was trying to remember this recipe for an eggplanty casserole that Eric and I used to make back in the day when we had our 4 dollars to head out to Kensington Market and try to make dinner last a few days. It feels like ages ago, and I forgot burning our fingers peeling the roasted garlic and my many goofy instances with dropping things. I really kind of miss those days, because it was so secure and cozy and ideal just making dinner together and then sitting down to a Marx Bros movie or something and then attempting to get warmed up under those black and white striped blankets. But I guess we can never go back. However, I left a corn, coconut milk and tapioca pudding stain on that mattress that will never fade.
I guess Andrew's periodical ex-talk has been a bad influence on me. Not that I want to go back or anything. I just wish I had that effortless happiness and non-needy security with someone again.
Ah well. As I've said time and time again, I like myself, I think I'm grand, when I'm with me I hold my hand.
I said I'd be in bed before midnight tonight, so I'll leave you kids with that.
So, I'm going to regale you all with tales of my day.
Well, not a lot happened. My voice teacher is still sick, so I worked with Dana again. My Italian is improving slightly. My problem is actually French, because my spoken French has a lot of colloquial twang to it, my vowels are all wrong and I use a lot of Z in my D sound. It's kind of maddening because I already know the language, and it's as if I'm not even speaking French when I sing it. But yeah. I've also been working a lot on the Grandmaison, which is Quebecois French, so it's marginally more my style. I don't know how the hell it's going to come together considering how much Sunday's rehearsal blew, but we'll see. I'm honestly rooting for it because parts of the piece are definitely growing on me. I just hope everyone went home and did their work. My dad's up here on business as of Thursday, so my mum's coming along, and my uncle's in town and my grandparents are coming up from Ottawa all to see this potential choral and orchestral disaster. I feel like such a shmuck, but hey, they're trying to support me.
Man, my back hurts. And my head. I need a massage like whoa. I'd be entirely willing to reciprocate. Bonus points if you're a cute and nice smelling boy.
It's weird. I was trying to remember this recipe for an eggplanty casserole that Eric and I used to make back in the day when we had our 4 dollars to head out to Kensington Market and try to make dinner last a few days. It feels like ages ago, and I forgot burning our fingers peeling the roasted garlic and my many goofy instances with dropping things. I really kind of miss those days, because it was so secure and cozy and ideal just making dinner together and then sitting down to a Marx Bros movie or something and then attempting to get warmed up under those black and white striped blankets. But I guess we can never go back. However, I left a corn, coconut milk and tapioca pudding stain on that mattress that will never fade.
I guess Andrew's periodical ex-talk has been a bad influence on me. Not that I want to go back or anything. I just wish I had that effortless happiness and non-needy security with someone again.
Ah well. As I've said time and time again, I like myself, I think I'm grand, when I'm with me I hold my hand.
I said I'd be in bed before midnight tonight, so I'll leave you kids with that.