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Tue, 29 Sep 2009 01:51:11 GMT

That is all.

Like Orpheus' Journey to the Underworld

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:51:54 GMT

So, I was doing some reminiscing on livejournal and I found this.

"I am also incredibly pissed. More pissed than I have ever been in my life, or at least that is what it feels like. I have just recieved notice that all sophomores are not allowed to be in the mixed choir... Ok, I would be able to accept that if most of the Junior girls in it now... I DID NOT TOTALLY WHOOP AT REGION! They didn't even make district, for God's sake. My mom told me to write an angry letter to Mr. Boyter... but it's not like he's going to change anything. I WAITED THIS WHOLE DAMN YEAR TO GET INTO MIXED! TO ESCAPE THE HELL THAT WAS FRESHMEN CHOIR AND WHAT DO I GET?! Treble... yes. Almost just as bad. Okay, I admit...it's a small step up, but on the whole not that much better. I could just die. Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for screaming at the top of my lungs. OH! THAT'S FUCKIN' RIGHT! I CAN'T SCREAM BECAUSE IT WOULD RUIN MY VOCAL CHORDS! WHAT HALF OF OUR AWESOME MIXED CHOIR GIRLS DON'T GIVE A FLIP ABOUT! A whole year spent almost breaking down in tears because of the easy kinderdarten crap we had to sing and thinking, "It'll get better... at least it's only for a year. Next year will be IT." Oh well, welcome to the real world Alyssa. Not everything is full of gum drops, rainbows, and dancing unicorns. In fact it's full of murder, rape, and dying children.

The End."

I wish someone would have told me that I'd be where I am right now in four more years. I remember that though. It really did suck a nut. Fortunately, people don't judge you based on your age in college, but on your skill and ability.

Also, this is for you Rachel. I know you remember this. Age 15 isn't really that long ago, but it sure feels like it.

I remember a time
When we married our kin
and it wasn't a crime
to drink barrels of gin

Makin' moonshine by day
havin' ho downs by night
take a roll in the hay
it just felt so right

Chorus

Don't you remember
The good ol' days
when we made an honest living
and there weren't those god damn gays

don't you remember
the good ol' year
when rasslin' down a greased pig
was a valid career

Back in the good ol' day
when women knew their place
and didn't disobey
or they would lose their face

life was like a fairy tale
hunting for food in the wild
and you wouldn't find yourself in jail
just for beating your child

Instrumental

chorus

Just Wondering

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 02:01:45 GMT

Does anyone besides Imaan use this anymore?

WHOA

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 05:23:57 GMT

Cheshil.com/forum is back.

Just so you know.

The Classroom

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 04:43:21 GMT

The Classroom

He watched her slowly caress her thigh with the end of her pencil. After close analyzation, he found it easy to see her dress clung to her hard nipples. He tried to direct his attention to his test, but the slight gasps coming from her direction diverted his attention. Once again he turned his head to find her back arched and her hand deep between her thighs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and almost inaudible moans lingered in the air. He felt his dick swell and he quickly stood up, unable to bare the torture. Suddenly, the bell rang.

“Put down your pencils and turn in your tests.” She skillfully pulled her number two pencil out of her pussy with a slight gasp and threw it onto her desk. It rolled off onto the floor and towards him. As the class filed out of the room, he picked up the pencil and began to walk towards her. He stopped in front of her desk and waited until the teacher finally made his way out of the room. When the door shut, his eyes narrowed and a slight grin spread over his lips. The short labored breaths coming from her not only drove him crazy, but caused him to abandon all logic completely. Without thinking, he pulled her down from her desk onto the floor. I slight giggle escaped her lips. Her eyes were still closed and her wetness dripped down her leg onto the carpet. She never even hesitated to oblige to his forceful demands.

He began to kiss her neck while rubbing between her thighs. He stopped for a moment to unbutton his pants to reveal his swollen dick. She moaned in ecstasy when she saw the size of his manhood and he took that opportunity to unbutton her dress. He cupped her nipples in the palms of his hands and rubbed them slowly while thrusting his dick back and forth between her legs. The lacy barrier dividing them from their endless pleasure kept him from entering her body. “Take them off,” he whispered breathlessly. She didn’t hesitate to follow his demand. The thin black underwear was soaked in cum to the point where it dripped. He took control of his penis and impishly grinned. In a circular motion, he rimmed the outside of her pussy and teased her with the tip. The torture was maddening. Over and over he circled until she screamed when finally he thrusted inside. She groaned in a combination of indescribable pleasure and shock. The pressure of his penis thrusting in and out of her caused her to grab onto his back in order to keep the room from spinning. He breathed heavily into her ear while she screamed, “Oh God, Harder!”

She could feel him starting to slow his pace, but simply wouldn’t allow it. In one quick motion, she flipped him onto his back and placed herself on him. She leaned so close to him that her lips grazed his ear. He held his breath while she whispered, “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” He watched her tits swing and guided her body by her waist. She seemed to lose control over all senses and began to shake violently. Suddenly, a voice interrupted.

“What are you two doing?”

They both got up in a flash and tried to cover the evidence of the unprotected sex they had been having on the floor of their math class. Needless to say, any hopes of looking innocent were futile. The teacher paced back and forth in the room looking the two up and down. The situation was a little strange, to say the least.

Finally, the teacher came to a conclusion.

“How do you think I feel when I come back to a room with two teens having sex on the floor?”

“Well, sir… it’s not how it looks.”

“ It better not be… because quite frankly, you're doing it all wrong.”

And with that, the teacher dropped his pants to the floor and strolled towards the two.

“You know, I don’t just teach math.”

The teacher then proceeded to grab his dick and jerked it up and down until it was hard enough to balance a bucket of semen.

“But Mr. Heimer…you’re our tea…”

“Now now, Carmichael. The bell rang an hour ago… I’m no longer your teacher. I’m your friend. A special friend to have sexual relations with.”

And with that, Carmichael’s erection was completely gone.

The girl, on the other hand, was still completely dazed by the multiple orgasms she just experienced, and didn’t know who had just walked in. Mr. Heimer called her over to his desk and proceeded to ask her, “Bertha… have you ever known the love of an older man.”

Now, you see, Bertha was the kind of person who knew the love of every type of man. Young, old, black, white, diseased, dying and dead…but she also knew if she answered truthfully, she wouldn’t get fingered in the bum, so without a second thought she responded. “No. Never.”

Mr. Heimer then proceeded to rip off his shirt, revealing his huge man tits and a nice big belly to go along with the ensemble. Thick curly white hairs protruded from his large areola and trailed all the way down his body, leaving an odd taste in the mouth.

Bertha, was aroused. She shifted all her attention to Mr. Heimer who’s 6 inch penis was not only satisfactory, but was just plain nice. His pubes were so long that they were tied in a pretty red bow. Bertha exclaimed in the sexiest voice you can muster up in this kind of situation, “It must be my birthday,” and untied the bow. Mr. Heimer’s pubes flowed down to the floor like silver strands of tinsel. Bertha silently got down onto her knees and began to floss with the beautiful pubes.

Carmichael was in a corner silently masturbating.

Holy Shit

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:09:28 GMT

Okay, I stumbled upon the best story that had ever been written. I need to shake this person's hand....

George Washingtun
(The Erly Years)
Diclaimer: I rly luv americn histry and I desided to tell the stry the way i thawt it shuld go. It mit be difrnt frm wat u lurn in clas. lol.
^-^ enjoy!
gorge Washingtun wuz 15 yrs old and wuz considred the hotest boy in the virgina. . He wuz selfconshus about the marks on his face becuz he ahd small pox and now he thout he wuz ugly, but people stil likd him becuz he wor fishnet shurts and blak lip gloss (lol, I told u it wuld be difrnt! XD) . He thout his life wuz tortur. Evryday he felt himslf slip deepre and deeper into a deprssion untl wun day he snaped.he went in too his fathers tool shd and took out the bigest ax in histry (amricn histry!). wth the shrp end to hs rist, he cut to fell the pain insid. drknss. Blck darkness of the drkst kind.
He trnd in the mittle of the richual and saw the tree his fahtr lovd. HE LOVS THAT TERE MOR THEN ME! he screemd in his hed. He lokd down at the ax. Emoshuns spurd in his sole. That tree was the thng that cept his fathar awy frum the famly evrydy. cherrys all day and nite.
cherrys.
cherrys.
CHERRYS he screemd as he ran towrds the tre with the nife that lokd so bg and strong in his hands.
He aprchd the tree and he cut awy at the barc. Sap poord out almst lik the tree wuz cring. george felt the sap on hs body and enjoyd the sensashun. he stoped nd lokd at the tree so butiful in the risng son. Sundly, he flt his body qwake. he dropd the ax and tuchd the tre whn SUDNLY IT FELL TO THE GROND WHT A THUD. The leevs flew in the wind grasfully and George weepd. He embracd the tre nd flt the sap angst hs rok hrd abs. ths felng ws nic. He flt gld all ovr for the frst tiem. The momnt was butiful .
He thn buryd the tre in the drt and hurd his mom call him for diner.
“GEORGE! DINER”
he lft the tre and went insd for sum diner.
Whil eting, George herd a screem of tortur in the bakyard! It wuz his dad!!!!!!!!!!!!! He ran owt of the hows and into the yrd whn his dad sad WHAT HAPPND TO THE TREEEEEEEEEEE! MY NLY JOY IN TISH WORLD!
gorge felt the pane of the ax and of the tre agn. Darknss.
The end
Ill continur with the stry if I gt enuf revews. Thnx!

Ironically

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:14:14 GMT

I find it fascinating that my family likes me more as a person now than ever before. Mostly because, I consider my life presently more fucked up now than it's ever been.

Mon, 05 May 2008 03:28:31 GMT

I made 92 bucks in tips today. Awesome.

Sun, 04 May 2008 03:58:30 GMT

I saw La Boheme today. Absolutely sublime.

Wasn't too impressed with the soprano's in it though. Mimi had a weird vibrato which always stayed a little under the pitch... and since I have a pretty sensitive ear, it really bothered me. The low notes were fine, as that is generally an easier area to sing in anyway, but the high notes were obviously difficult for her, as well as the melismas. They pretty much blended together due to the depth of the vibrato. So, in effect, during scenes where all the characters carried out a separate part, it honestly sounded like noise to me until they ended on the same (or at least similar) pitch. Musetta was okay, but her high notes, which should have been more trained, were lacking as well. I don't understand why they chose sopranos who couldn't keep the high note on pitch for an opera with primarily soprano parts.

Then again, I could be over reacting. On the other hand, that type of singing seems to be an acquired taste since I have encountered it before. One becomes spoiled listening to recordings from performers at the Met. It just bothers me that no one ever hears it.... because it's just slightly off. If you can imagine, the vibrato in a person's voice is suppose to stay in the upper side of the voice, while these women had vibratos which stayed and wavered in the lower section of the voice. That's more of a mezzo quality.

Don't get me wrong, it didn't ruin the opera for me. Far from it. Even though it bothered me, I still thought the soprano's were incredibly talented, as well as the tenor who played Rodolfo. I cried like a baby at the end, and since a whole lot of people from my choir were there, I looked like a pretty big moron. I mean, I was weeping. 25% of it was the story, but the music actually pulled me over the edge. Like, the death of Mimi was so freaking intense and quiet and Rodolfo just blasts this note in complete agony. It tore my heart.

I am so freaking excited to go to Tanglewood over the summer. Basically, I got accepted into a program where I go to Boston Conservatory for six weeks, live in a dorm, and have hours and hours of classes about opera. That's like Disney World for me. There are going to be so many amazing people there, and that competition will be brutal, but this will set me so far ahead that I'll have to come back to school after the summer pretty dang polished. God, am I excited.

Ah, Youth

Fri, 02 May 2008 03:29:40 GMT

A time of happiness. A time of raging hormones. I time where it's okay to be completely butt naked in front of your friends because they kicked your ass at Strip SSBB.

Yes, it's true. I played Strip Super Smash Brothers Brawl, but I only lost my shirt. My two other friends, one of male gender, lost all of their clothes in the game and thus gave me enough ammo to shoot them down for the rest of their lives. Butt naked, crying, and piling up a pretty hefty serving of ass whoopin'. They were completely naked about 5 minutes before school started.

Seriously, this is what memories are made of.

Thu, 01 May 2008 03:28:25 GMT

My life's okay.

My grades are terrible.

My life romantically is still nonexistant

My sister is a douchebag.

My car sucks.

My love for your great great grandma's music preference still thrives.

Some things never change.

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 03:31:24 GMT

About a week ago my sister and I had a fight.

No, correction. We had a full out brawl.

She was apparently too sick to go into school and went into my mom's room to sleep through the rest of the morning. Before I left for school, I went into my mother's room to blow dry my hair. So I turn on the blow drier and my sister loses it. She screams about how she can't sleep and she's sick and blah blah blah. I just don't give a crap. She calls my mom to tattle like a wuss and eventually I get out of the room.

At this point, my sister locks the door and won't open it. Of course, I have to get back in the bathroom because I forgot to brush out my hair and I lost all of my brushes. I knock... my sister doesn't open the door. Finally, I get back in and she takes the brush and everything that was in there and starts to hide it from me because she's a brat. This time when I leave, she takes my purse, which, mind you, has my car keys.

It is now 7:19. School starts at 7:25. It takes 7 minutes to get to school from my house. 5 minutes on a good day.

It wasn't a good day.

I pretend to call my mom and say to my sister (through the locked door) and scream, "MOM WANTS TO TALK TO YOU! OPEN UP!" She opens the door and I attack like the beast I am. I ram her with my fist on her back three times and she slumps to the ground in a mound of pain and humilation.

Meanwhile, I run like the wind to my car and start it as quickly as possible, knowing after her cries comes the fury I hope no man will ever know like I do. As I start the car, I can actually here her shrieks. It's terrible. At this point, I remember I left my backpack in the house. Oh God, I had to go back in.

So I sneak upstairs to my room... come back down... and just as I'm about to leave (because I am a huge ass) I scream, "OH YEAH RIGHT YOU'RE FUCKING SICK! FAKER!" and slam the door.

Let me tell you, that was the wrong move.

I turn the key and my sister is flying towards me. I start to pull out of the driveway and she grabs on to the side mirror... I keep pulling back and she won't let go. As I pull onto the street, she rips the fucking mirror off. I mean, just rips it off. She then proceeds to run back inside like a little bitch and leaves me to deal with it.

Just now my mom found out because she was moving the car. She asked me what happened, mad as hell because I previously got into a minor accident, and I tell her when I was parked at the side of the house, and it just happened. Someone must have hit it and drove off. She starts yelling about how it's probably my fault and I tell her, "MOM! I had NOTHING to do with it at all! Believe me." She then says, in these exact words, "Well, who am I supposed to believe is ti blame! Your sister!"

I think I died inside.

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 01:40:30 GMT

Oh my God. I've just heard Michael Bublé and I think I had an orgasm. His voice is like silk. Like Dean Martin of the 21st century. Right now I jsut want to start dancing. I wish I knew how to swing. The way he sings Come Fly With Me. Sweet Lord. I'm marrying a singer so we can sit on the couch and harmonize with eachother on the spot. Or at least a musician of some sort... but singing is the coolest.

I walked by my sisters room and thought, "Hey, I should screw with her." So I knock and wait about 30 seconds till she comes to the door and says, "What do you want?" I then proceed to unzip my pants and say, "Oh God, Finally. I've been holding it for the longest time." Then she says, "What the hell, Alyssa! You're so freaking weird." It was awesome.

17 today

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 00:34:00 GMT

I went to school today and didn't tell anyone it was my Birthday because I think it's an utterly stupid thing to do. "I was born today! You should do something for me!"

Don't get me wrong, I like getting stuff... but I'm not going out of my way to get people to do so because that doesn't mean they care, that means they feel obligated.

At the end of the day, Meghan found out and made a huge deal about it and people would come up to me and say, " OH MAH GAWD, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! LET'S SCREAM IT OUT AND MAKE A HUGE DEAL ABOUT IT!" It feels good and it's nice, but if no one had said anything, that'd be fine too. In the end, I know aout 3 years from now or out of college I'll be on my own with no one, so I figure I should get the idea that Birthday's are oh-so-important out of my head.

Besides, it was a good Birthday because Heroes comes on today.

P.S. I'm totally more of a nerd than anyone I know because the first thing I thought today was, "Yes... I'm the same age as Link in Ocarina of Time after he pulled out the master sword and aged seven years. That's the real significance in this age."

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:06:57 GMT

I got Phantom Hourglass.

Bitchin'.

Also the choir lock in was fun and I'm glad I went. I brought Guitar Hero and that's how I made a new friend. Go figure.

Now back to my 800 word essay, History questions, French homework, and Math bookwork.

Fuck IB.

Across the Universe

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 04:46:12 GMT

ACROSS THE UNIVERSE WAS AWESOME! Oh my god, the first freakin' scene starts with (Jim Sturgess...who is so fucking hot because he has amazing glossy eyes and an oh-so-sexy accent) starting to sing Girl. My god, it's awesome. The movie was mostly strongly influenced by Abbey Road and the White Album (My two favorites!) Something, While my Guitar Gently Weeps, Oh Darling, Because (I was surprised becase Because isn't a very well known song (although I have to say it's one of my top personal favorites)) I Want You, Blackbird,and Revolution. A whole bunch of other really great songs from different albums are in there too like Strawberry Fields, Let it Be, and If I Fell. I mean, I it was really a hippy movie though. Still, anything with Beatles songs every couple of seconds is great to me.

Oh god, but Jim Sturgess was amazing. Sexiest thing ever is when he sings to his girlfriend All My Loving. Ugh. Any guy that sings a Beatles song to a girl like that in the right context is so incredibly hot.

OH MAN! And they named all the characters after people in songs. For example, Jude, Lucy, Prudence, Jo Jo, Sadie, and Max. Pretty much every single person that was named was from a song. Even Molly who was Jude's original girlfriend (Ob-la-di Ob-la-da).

AND SO MANY OTHER BEATLES REFERENCES. From Blue Meanies, to this one part where they're like "How did Prudence get here?" and Jude says, "She came in through the bathroom window." That was awesome.

I love being a Beatles fan and knowing pretty much all references.

Seriously though, Jim Sturgess is a fox.

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 00:32:40 GMT

I ranked number one at region making me officially the best soprano at Klein Oak high.

I don't deserve it either. I hardly practiced this year and the girl that came second to me practiced her ass off on all the dynamics and everything else. I went into the audition room not even knowing how to say the words completely right. The girl that came in second to me just has a really annoying timbre to her voice. And when I sang "God has gone up with a merry noise," over and over on a high D, it was glorious. I can't wait till I get put back into my place because it's about time I had another reality check. Although, next audition is Chichester psalms and that's the only song I actually put my whole soul in.

The thing is, region audition I won't get a rank lower than 3. Definitely. I know it.

I knew I would get first this last audition.

I'm going to State. That's that.

My ego has inflated about 100 percent since last year. But I make up with it by having low self esteem in just about everything else. Mainly academics and socializing. I'm just glad I have something that I can say I'm great at. In the choir room, I'm in my domain and nothing can touch me.

Truthfully, I only consider myself personally good about 25 percent of the time and the rest I think that I'm sucking an incredible amount of ass.

Honestly, I just calls em as I sees me. When someone kicks my ass at singing, they do. And that just means I have to surpass them. When I kick someone's ass, I do and I won't rub it in their faces. The rest of my life is a competition and I better start believing myself because who the fuck else will?

You know what I really fucking hate? Everyone is tone deaf when singing A Capella. Like this boy was singing with me yesterday (FYI, all time biggest dream is singing a duet with a guy because the voice clash is awesome) and he kept changing fucking keys. And I was like, "YOU'RE CHANGING FUCKING KEYS!" Damn. Guys have a problem with pitch. It sucks.

But one cool thing happened . The pros of being a singer. We went into the commons area and took out a fresh batch of BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY. It was amazing. Mostly because I was the only one who knew all the guitar part and sang it into the transitions. These kids in the back just sat there and listened to us because it was amazing. Especially the end cause I harmonized.

Another reason choir is awesome. We initially went into the commons to sing one A Capella choral piece we had auditioned on. So we started and we needed a guy. We grabbed one dude we didn't know that walked by and said, "HEY, You a tenor?" Turns out, he was and he sang with us. Then gradually as people walked by, they joined us. Until we had a full chorus. Music is universal, bitches.

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 01:11:52 GMT

I fail at everything besides music. Today I was in History and the kids in the class were making fun of the teacher so I chimed in and said, 'Pfft, yeah. You're so old that when you went to church, the singers would perform Gregorian chant,"....then everyone looked at me like I was retarded because apparently no one knows how old Gregorian chant is.

Then after school today I had perfect timing. I switched to the classical station right on the words, "Leonard Bernstein was etc..etc.." Then they talked 15 minutes about West Side Story. Needless to say, I almost pissed myself. Squealing like the Catholic school girl I am. Then they talked about how the tritone was used a lot in the music and I was all, "MARIA!" Then screamed some more. My sister was in the car with me. She hates me now more than before.

I have the coolest IB class ever. IB music is the SHIT. You can basically bring in any music you want and listen to it.

I'm totally getting Pokémon Diamond tomorrow

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 03:56:22 GMT

Cause unlike you fools, I'm cravin' some Pokémon right now. Call me "lame" or call me "a little ten year old fudge packer" but come on, don't base the game off the show.

Seriously though, I crave video games like a normal person craves food. It's in my blood, man.

Also, I'm going to the mall to get an IPA book. No, I don't really need it but I like to better myself. Or at least pretend to.

Rachel, tell someone to bring spoons or something Thursday so we can play games that don't involve batteries.

Thursday's gonna suck.

Aaand, can anyone tell me when the first Klein Oak football game is? I want to go hang out like last year. I've given up believing that I maybe have friends that aren't in band. And I've given up believing that even though the rule is, "don't eat nachos in the uniforms" it's going to happen and people I don't even know are going to be waist deep in the watered down nacho cheese I paid for. C'est la vie.

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 19:23:06 GMT

School in about a week...ughhhh.

September

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 21:29:31 GMT

I want Wolfgang's Big Night Out. "It is a collection of rockabilly and swing versions of classical compositions." Sometimes that kind of stuff can be lame, but in this case, count me in.

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:42:28 GMT

I went to a region choir workshop today. Well, today and yesterday. Now I have to practice that music 30 minutes every night.

I'm going tomorrow to practice a solo I've been requested to do at a church service.

Sunday I wake up early to actually perform that solo.

Monday I have another rehearsal for a ensemble I've been requested to do.

Ugh, so much work... but... I'm so lucky I get to be doing something I love. All the time.

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 04:08:05 GMT

I went up to the school today to see what the heck I'm apart of. When I got there it was just Carl and me and we had a nice chat about the next musical we're doing (Singing in the Rain), the Simpsons movie, Hairspray, and the play he's in. Carl is so cool. Not just because he asked out Anna in the most AWESOME WAY EVER either, but I can't say that doesn't contribute.

So Dr. Morris came about 30 minutes late and Maggie and Heath weren't there so it was just Carl and me that practiced. We went through the songs and stuff and Dr. Morris said, "So, if you can naturally hear the harmony in the songs you can go for it."

It was my time to shine. You know what I'm talking about, Rachel. All the time in the car I annoy the crap outta you.

Anyway, the songs were Stand By Me, I Believe I Can Fly, and the one that's like, "DID YOU EVR NOOOO THAT UR MY HERRROOOO!" You know, the sappy pop songs that everyone loves. So at first I just read the music the way it was written and when I finally got the nerve, I started singing the harmony not written down because... Jesus, listening to Beatles hours at a time seriously gives you some kind of perception for pop harmonization. Needless to say, I'm going to go out on a limb and say the teacher likes me. Haha, I even said that "Beatles" bit to him and he seemed to be a fan.

I also learned that I am the master of small talk.

When I was driving back, I saw Danathan and band practice and I thought, "Oh my god, that's Danathan. What a cute kid... even if he doesn't cease to remind me my ass is HUGE! YAH, THX!"

Today wasn't a total loss, I'd say.

In the 60s During the Okay but Not Quite Great Depression

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 04:16:07 GMT

There was an old phrase the call girls used. "It's not hard to find business when business is always hard." One might see that particular saying enlightening, others humorous, and most likely people find it incredibly tasteless. I personally don't think it matters in the least because no one uses the saying anyway.

Dr. Terry Morris is the new choir director and he signs his name "Dr.T" I created a song in his honor.

What's up y'all?
I'm doctor T
Just like Mistah
With a PhD

I'll kick ya, shoot ya
Bust yo knee
All while conductin' a
Sym-pho-nee

It isn't so much a song as it is a poem. Also, Symphony is syncopated. I'll be sure to recite it to you when I finally get those three wishes and become black.

This is the Year I Will Lose My Will to Live

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 20:39:32 GMT

IB will kill me. I'm going to be obliterated by loads of work, community hours, music lessons I take anyway, and trying to balance a functioning social life at the same time. Everyone bitches at me and tells me IB is a waste of time but I'm taking it to challenge myself, darn it! I don't do anything from 6 to 10 on a regular school day besides screw around on the computer anyway. Why not better myself? Impress people with my amazing knowledge of... well, yanno. Stuff. Not to mention the relief of it being over after this and next year will be the most amazing feeling I can hope to imagine.

I went to see Hairspray for the third time yesterday with Meghan because it was a sing-a-long and we were the only ones in the whole theatre singing. It was amazing. I liked harmonizing with the Afro-american march song because... well, that's my thing, mkay?

Gah, I have so many obligations already. The choir assistant already hunted my ass down and now I'm going to take part in a ensemble with Maggie, Brennan, Carl, and Heath. I'm seriously disappointed with myself singing wise, but you know what they say, there's a period of complete suckage before you make an incredible improvement. I'm crossing my fingers for that.

Also, I have to sing at a church or something because my teacher volunteered me and I'm always the one that does it because I like the "expeeeerience." Okay, not so much that as "know I need."

I can't wait until the musical. I'm super pumped for that.