You can't go running off into 10 o'clock in the morning!
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i am so sadkalsjgasdlkajsg jfjfsdkfjeverythingeverythingeverythingevereverythingevereverythingever.
i need to study. i need to think. i need to study. i need to think. and study. and think. and study. and think. voice is done for today. no more voice today. ..tonight. why is it so late. why can't i just lay some words on you really quick before i get cracking. why can't i ask real questions. why can't i feel okay. oh wait, i know this one! i had a talk with pete the bus driver about feeling "fine" and feeling "okay" and what it means to feel either, ya know, what's the real distinction between the two, etc. but when all is said and done, they both feel the same, and it all feels the same. i liked that he made the effort to talk to me. it made me feel really happy, and i haven't been particularly happy lately because nothing "conventionally" happy has happened. happy happenings. nah. more like disappointing disappointments. all day long i've had this urge to curl up in a ball in the middle of the floor and have a good cry. i woke up this morning and knew how tedious the events of this day would be so i shed a few tears before i stuck my glasses on. no contacts today. i looked smart!
i'm so cranky right now, and today was a real pain in the bum, just as i suspected it would be. auditions and oh my brothers and memorizing monologues and extra math and you name it you name it you name it. i think i'm going to go home after my apushere'sthesituation test tomorrow. i haven't gotten anyone any chrimboli/chanooooka presents yet, maybe because i haven't had a chance, and maybe because i don't really want to spend $$$, and maybe because i don't care for gift giving lately. well, not material gifts at least. i like the gift of song. today during chambers i sat in a practice room with emma and she played guitar and we had a sing-a-long and talked about singing. :-/.
i always get strange feedback after an audition. today's went a little something like this:
Mr. Flatt: Natasha, who's your voice teacher?
Nutasha: 'Don't have one.
Ms. Bordner, Mr. Brown, Mr Flatt: *look at eachother frantically*
Mr. Brown: You haven't been taking voice lessons?
Nutasha: ..No.
Mr. Flatt: Ha.
Mr. Brown: "When I fall in Love" is in the key of C. (jazz band auditions when we get back)
Nutasha: Good, good, good. I like that key!
Mr. Brown: You can sing whatever song you'd like though.
Nutasha: Okay I will , thanks guys!
hehehe nutasha. i really need to put some goo in my hair and then go study. i'll probably play with snowglobesz and maclampsz or something like that first though. well, here's the thing; i always get everything done. i can't tell you how or when, all i know is that i get everything done.
jill is having a party tomorrow. i don't know.
all i want for you-know-who-mas is a chainsaw and a pickup, 24 hours in my hometown, a cheap bottle of [poland spring], and you.
i need to study. i need to think. i need to study. i need to think. and study. and think. and study. and think. voice is done for today. no more voice today. ..tonight. why is it so late. why can't i just lay some words on you really quick before i get cracking. why can't i ask real questions. why can't i feel okay. oh wait, i know this one! i had a talk with pete the bus driver about feeling "fine" and feeling "okay" and what it means to feel either, ya know, what's the real distinction between the two, etc. but when all is said and done, they both feel the same, and it all feels the same. i liked that he made the effort to talk to me. it made me feel really happy, and i haven't been particularly happy lately because nothing "conventionally" happy has happened. happy happenings. nah. more like disappointing disappointments. all day long i've had this urge to curl up in a ball in the middle of the floor and have a good cry. i woke up this morning and knew how tedious the events of this day would be so i shed a few tears before i stuck my glasses on. no contacts today. i looked smart!
i'm so cranky right now, and today was a real pain in the bum, just as i suspected it would be. auditions and oh my brothers and memorizing monologues and extra math and you name it you name it you name it. i think i'm going to go home after my apushere'sthesituation test tomorrow. i haven't gotten anyone any chrimboli/chanooooka presents yet, maybe because i haven't had a chance, and maybe because i don't really want to spend $$$, and maybe because i don't care for gift giving lately. well, not material gifts at least. i like the gift of song. today during chambers i sat in a practice room with emma and she played guitar and we had a sing-a-long and talked about singing. :-/.
i always get strange feedback after an audition. today's went a little something like this:
Mr. Flatt: Natasha, who's your voice teacher?
Nutasha: 'Don't have one.
Ms. Bordner, Mr. Brown, Mr Flatt: *look at eachother frantically*
Mr. Brown: You haven't been taking voice lessons?
Nutasha: ..No.
Mr. Flatt: Ha.
Mr. Brown: "When I fall in Love" is in the key of C. (jazz band auditions when we get back)
Nutasha: Good, good, good. I like that key!
Mr. Brown: You can sing whatever song you'd like though.
Nutasha: Okay I will , thanks guys!
hehehe nutasha. i really need to put some goo in my hair and then go study. i'll probably play with snowglobesz and maclampsz or something like that first though. well, here's the thing; i always get everything done. i can't tell you how or when, all i know is that i get everything done.
jill is having a party tomorrow. i don't know.
all i want for you-know-who-mas is a chainsaw and a pickup, 24 hours in my hometown, a cheap bottle of [poland spring], and you.