I almost choked to death on an orange tonight...almost. Darn it. So close.

Good night, paradise... good morning, hell!

Why can't I just quit school, win a billion dollars and a movie deal, marry Renee Fleming and live in a beautiful, private chateau in Provence? Oh yeah... life.

This has been one awesome winter break (for the most part ( Read more... )

Last night I had fun hanging out with Hannah, Tiernay, and Cara. I also bought two more Renee Fleming CD's :). Hehe. *sighs*... She makes my heart sing ( Read more... )

My mom has freakish mood-swings. She has just been screaming loudly about how our phone doesn't ring enough times and complaining at the top of her lungs about how "no one answers the phone around here" as she attempts to figure out how to increase the number of times the phone rings when somebody calls ( Read more... )

It's been a good week. I haven't had a single boring day. I had a good Christmas--probably better than I even realize. I got a new digital camera and some accessories to go with it. Got a new sweater, some pants, Pirates 2, Hellogoodbye CD, Amazon.com gift certificate, Applebee's giftcard, and yeah... Wow, it WAS a good Christmas. I loved having ( Read more... )

I got a couple of Renee Fleming's CDs from the public library today. One of them is of course her typical spectacular opera stuff and the other is her "Haunted Heart" jazz-ish CD and it is one of the most beautiful things my ears have ever experienced. It's now one of my favorite albums in the world.

She's pretty much my new obsession.


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I wanted to put this in a seperate post. The poem is subject to future changes, but after just a little thought I think it's ready for posting. I'm curious to see what you guys make of it; read it and see if you can figure out what it means. I'm interested to see how other people will interpret it, because I'm not sure if I made its meaning too ( Read more... )

I can't believe I lost it. I lost the key. I'm going to beat myself up for the rest of my life.

It seems awfully fitting, though... rather ironic. I hate this.

There's always still a little flicker of excitement on Christmas Eve, even if it's not the same as when I was little. But I'm trying to prepare myself mentally for dissappointment, because it always comes. I'm trying to focus on the reason for the season. Because I know for a fact that Santa didn't get me many gifts at all. I'm the only kid left in ( Read more... )

EVERYTIME ( Read more... )