inkblotproductions: I think all desire for a dog of my own has been at least temporarily burned out of my brain.

spockmonkey4: they’re so cute, but so time consuming. Like a fandom.

inkblotproductions: DAMN, I missed half of Whose Line XP

inkblotproductions: (and I almost typed that “Whose Loin” O_o)

spockmonkey4: That would be REALLY interesting

inkblotproductions: And quite probably unairable.

Spent nearly an hour singing in the Music Practice Room today. Conclusion: Can’t sing “Cabaret” worth a tinker’s darn. Ohdear.

The new LJ layout fills me with intense, soul-wrenching fear. I think I’ll go hide in a corner now, clinging to the Dystopia layout like a child’s teddy bear. That annoying sidebar was like an old friend…

Dude! Someone overheard my giggled conversation in a Philadelphia restaurant and ran off to make a button out of it. Man, Sirius the Many-Colored was mine! *is amused*

What I want to know is how the heck you’re supposed to write anything less than a page. I’m now single-spaced with a tiny font and I haven’t even scratched the iceberg.

Edit: And I just realized that this paper is due Wednesday. Huzzah! Off to go be festive and eat bonbons.

I’ve come to an interesting revelation. French is a tremendous amount of fun when you’re not forced to do it. I’m helping Rachel with her memorization and homework and such and I’m generally having a blast. Yayfrench! And yay that I’m not having to memorize the gargantuan vocab list she’s memorizing!

Hmm. Now leaning back towards “The Most Happy Fella.” Bah, this is going to be another of those “Twelfth Night vs. The Little Prince” things, where I eventually decide by picking a random track on my CD player and going to a certain audition based on whether it’s odd or even, isn’t it?

Edit: Read a plot summary of “The Most Happy Fella,” and my mind has done a 180. Definitely sticking with this. It’s much more interesting and fun than I thought it was originally. And the music is by the guy that did “How to Succeed” and “Guys and Dolls,” what’s not to like? And it’s more operatic and suited to my voice, rather than “Zombie Prom”‘s high belt. Of course, there’s not a lot of likelihood that I’ll get the role I want (Cleo), but I just have to keep reminding myself “big fish, small pond, little fish, big pond” and I’ll be okay. The Penn Singers know I’m really excited about trying out for their troupe, so that’s a nod in my favor, and even if I don’t get a role, at least they’ll know I’m committed and still consider me for “The Gondoliers” in the Spring. So yay!