Ahh, biology class. Easy to post in my blogger, without Mrs. G. knowing... ehh, whatever. The internet is really really really slow, and Jenn says hi. It's been an interesting couple of lifetimes...
REMEMBER: When you're going on an intergalactic trip, don't forget the most importaint tool: A towel.
Oh, and Colleen says IIIIIIII HEEEARRT FLAMING-O!
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
Et lux perpetua
Ahh, I love the old episodes of America's Funniest Home Videos... they're so much better than the new crap-version.
That's really all that I have to say, I mean, I worked out my problems with my sister earlier, and that was good... I still think that I won't find a guy that's right for me for a while, sadly... but I've sort-of accepted it.
That's really all that I have to say, I mean, I worked out my problems with my sister earlier, and that was good... I still think that I won't find a guy that's right for me for a while, sadly... but I've sort-of accepted it.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Ahh, Saturdays. I'm going out costume shopping later, it should be interesting... I'm attempting to buy cowboy clothes, and it's not really working. I got a shirt already... but left it in Daniels on Friday, becuase Matt and Beka were bitches.
On an evening such as this, it's hard to tell if I exist. Pack the car and leave this town; you'll notice that I'm not around. I can hide out under there... I just made you say "underwear".
Alright, my sister is at a track meet... I said that I'd call her 15 minutes ago while I was at the party yesterday, but she didn't sound so enthused... so I don't think that I will. Maybe later.
Ahh, she just texted me... she's done with her throwing, but has to wait around for another ~3 hours. What crap.
Alright, so my cousin sent this to my mom... it's hillarous. HOUSEHOLD ALERT
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Tequila Mockingbird
Alright, so I decided that I have a little extra time on my hands, I can make a post. Happy birthday Bill! Haha, you weren't at school today... sadly... but anyways, happy birthday!
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
So, apparently I was called for musical practice today. I thought for sure that I wasn't... but yeah, apparently he didn't post it on the call board, and expected me to hang around for an hour after school ended just to go to the announcements and then learn that I had to sing. I'm guessing that he counted that as my 1 miss, so now I have until March without missing a single practice. Not fun.
Ahh, I was just talking to my sister, and she signed off... I wonder what happened.
Okay, so I'm tired. I'm gonna go do something, toodles.
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
So, apparently I was called for musical practice today. I thought for sure that I wasn't... but yeah, apparently he didn't post it on the call board, and expected me to hang around for an hour after school ended just to go to the announcements and then learn that I had to sing. I'm guessing that he counted that as my 1 miss, so now I have until March without missing a single practice. Not fun.
Ahh, I was just talking to my sister, and she signed off... I wonder what happened.
Okay, so I'm tired. I'm gonna go do something, toodles.
Si Señor
http://www.ifilm.com/viralvideo?ifilmid=2419285
All I can say is... this commercial did and still does rock my socks. If you keep watching after the movie is done, you can see some white people breakdancing... and if that's not amazing enough, it's for the Pope.
All I can say is... this commercial did and still does rock my socks. If you keep watching after the movie is done, you can see some white people breakdancing... and if that's not amazing enough, it's for the Pope.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Singing Is Good for You!
According to a recent study by the University of California, Irvine, singing in a choir just might make you healthier. This study, authored by Robert Beck and Thomas Cesario and published in Music Perception, found that Immunoglobulin A, a protein used by the immune system to fight disease, increased 150 percent during rehearsals and 240 percent during performance.
There certainly is a sense of euphoria that choral singers experience after a particularly inspiring rehearsal or performance. But part of that sensation is due to more than just individual physiology; it derives from the cooperative effort that is at the heart of the choral endeavor. The late great conductor Robert Shaw thought of a chorus as a "community of expression," whose meaning "rests upon a common devotion to the composer's utterance and a mutual respect for the personal dignity of fellow-workers." Shaw's associate, Ann Howard Jones enlarged on this idea. Noting that in a chorus the whole is far greater than the sum of its parts, she wrote, "I know of no other activity where access to the most profound artistic works can be made possible and satisfying for the participant who has limited skills as an individual but whose capacity is enlarged by the group."
Aw me, baby, God damn, I am, I can sing and, hear me, know me...
If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away.
Ahh, how refreshing. Good, because I've been killing myself singing at Chorus and Musical becuase of my throat... and now, I have Concert Chorus that I was "drafted" into. I hope sister gets better too! (I sound like Laura Ingals Wilder...)
Well, that's all for now.
There certainly is a sense of euphoria that choral singers experience after a particularly inspiring rehearsal or performance. But part of that sensation is due to more than just individual physiology; it derives from the cooperative effort that is at the heart of the choral endeavor. The late great conductor Robert Shaw thought of a chorus as a "community of expression," whose meaning "rests upon a common devotion to the composer's utterance and a mutual respect for the personal dignity of fellow-workers." Shaw's associate, Ann Howard Jones enlarged on this idea. Noting that in a chorus the whole is far greater than the sum of its parts, she wrote, "I know of no other activity where access to the most profound artistic works can be made possible and satisfying for the participant who has limited skills as an individual but whose capacity is enlarged by the group."
Aw me, baby, God damn, I am, I can sing and, hear me, know me...
If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away.
Ahh, how refreshing. Good, because I've been killing myself singing at Chorus and Musical becuase of my throat... and now, I have Concert Chorus that I was "drafted" into. I hope sister gets better too! (I sound like Laura Ingals Wilder...)
Well, that's all for now.
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