June 2012
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May 2012
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I want to go to this, please please please! →
What a lovely way it would be to celebrate the start of summer break.
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I hate frustrated ends to phone calls. They just leave me aching for a resolve and not knowing when I’ll get one.
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Sometimes...
…I feel I could marry my English professor. This man is just the best.
Today I spent most of my time at the bookstore reading poetry and browsing all the books I desperately want to own. I’ve concluded after reading an entire book of Pablo Neruda’s poems that there is no better a canvas for eroticism and sensuality than poetry. I’m in a daze. This summer will be filled...
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When, oh when...
Will I be able to travel again? Write poems, take pictures again? To walk the streets of a foreign city under a foreign sun, afraid of looking like a tourist, trying to capture all the memories I can? To not worry about transferring, graduating, aging…?
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This drama is beyond silly at this point.
Honestly, the word “drama” itself is such a waste of letters in this context that it makes me want to cringe.
Let me just say this: remember how you told me one of the things you appreciated about me was that I avoided drama? You’re not helping.
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The 24 hours in which I learn that high school...
Or, in which I learn that whether you like it or not, you can’t have platonic guy friends without people thinking you’re getting it on. Plus, you just can’t have platonic guy friends.
This is how I see my life: I wake up, I get dressed, I go to college, I sit in my classes and do homework, sing and enjoy it, listen to others sing and enjoy it, generally try to enrich my...
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I’m quite ready for this semester to be over. Not learning, not singing, but the stress. In the past day or two a lot of pressure has been put on me and now I’m in a less-positive frame of mind. Transferring is going to be immensely stressful, just thinking about the next few years makes me tense and all I want to do is just curl up in Nathaniel’s arms, take pictures again, and...
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A somewhat rough day emotionally...
…but chocolate, encouraging texts from a friend, music, and Big Night on DVD are sure to help.
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Last night...
…I got to see my favorite musical, Sondheim’s A Little Night Music, at East West Players with Christian. Oh, how much fun it was. There’s really nothing like seeing your favorite productions live…even with the unplanned stage moments, the rawness, etc. That’s the point. That’s what I want to see. The production was very enjoyable. Since all of the performers...
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It's National Chocolate-Chip Cookie Day
And if I don’t sicken myself with chocolate beforehand, by God, will I bake them tonight.
If that statement of domestic pleasure wasn’t enough for you, I found an excellent stain-remover for the house carpet today. Really, the formula must be laden with witchcraft.
DARN YOU, SUPER JUNIOR!
operarox:
You’re destroying my favorite tag! Why couldn’t you name your thing “fake opera” or “phantom” or something????
All of this. Just…ugh.
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Explanations.
Finding out one of the major reasons I don’t easily socialize in certain settings with certain people has given me some peace, peace that derives from the fact that I don’t, and shouldn’t, have to do anything about it.
I can be shy, but regardless of initial shyness I can’t click with people unless we share the same values. Everyone is like this, really, it’s just...
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I wish I could rest my head on his shoulder.
Another hour to wait before boarding the flight to Philadelphia. Tired. I want to eat something more than a cold cinnamon-raisin bagel from Starbucks. If only had time for a little yoga before we left this morning at 2:30.
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Sad.
My English teacher, who was ill, told us of an awkward event that happened to him recently that put me in a somewhat pensive, down mood.
His girlfriend was busy shooting an art movie somewhere in southern California very recently and he accompanied her and her team. Eventually it was time to eat, so he and the producer drove around looking for a place that looked good in a sparse area. Eventually...
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My ankle is getting better...
…just a few more days of antibiotics and I should be good. I’m dying for some yoga.
And just to-and-a-half more days till Pennsylvania. A change of scene? How refreshing.
It’s time to remind myself to keep my dreams simple. Externally.
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Just another night...
…watching opera videos for hours straight. You know me.
What a productive weekend, and what a lovely recital today. It was my first time in what had to be a decade performing solo for a group of strangers outside of a learning setting…and how encouraging it was. I’m a few more shy months or years away from verbalizing things I’m much too frightened to say.
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Yesterday...
…was a sensual overload day. Voice lessons, bus rides, art museums, taco trucks, and sex.
I wanted to see the In Wonderland exhibit before its closing (which is tomorrow), and since we had no choir Friday was my perfect opportunity. I finally was able to ride the 780 bus: I like taking new, long routes so I can better explore the place I live in. There were nice things and ugly things on...
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I will not reblog inappropriate gifs.
No, no, no.
Another Thursday survived. Tomorrow I’ve a voice lesson, an in-class performance, and then some personal time at a museum. It should be a lovely day, assuming my Brahms comes out properly.
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It's hard to practice singing...
…when you’re lying down on your back with your foot elevated.
About three days ago I was bitten by something. I thought it was just a mosquito, but yesterday my ankle swelled up so badly I could hardly walk. Last night, after friends warning me to have it checked out in case of an allergic reaction, I went to the student health center where the doctor told me I have cellulitis: a...
April 2012
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Oh...
…the joy of books and art and music tonight.