This is Christina's tired brain, moments before it liquefies.
I had a small victory today: I got Margie to agree to let me audit choir. Which means I only have to go once a week. Which means I'll have an extra hour and a half a week to relax. It's not much, but it's something.
I also found out that I might not be able to invite my parents to the musical due to an intensely sexual comedic scene that I happen to be in. Unless the director opts for another way to play the scene, in no way will my parents be invited. But if they're not? Feh. I'd rather do a memorable character than tame it down. Lady Grace is a British woman who used to be rich, and is now poor and desperate to cling on to social prominence. And she keeps faking French, badly, so that will be fun to play with. It might work, because other than her affair storyline, she's fairly nondescript. I need to make her more memorable. We get costume collages and dialect tapes tomorrow. And Ryan's song, "My Little Dinghy," about a boat, is quite frankly one of the best songs of the show. "If you've got a teeny little dinghy/ You must recall/ A teeny little dinghy's/ Better than no dinghy at all." Just sayin'.
And I've turned my voice teacher into a total wrist-sniffing, crack-addled BPAL junkie. The thing about Kyle is that she's me, only in fifteen years, with more expensive wine. We share the same sarcasm, the same dry sense of humor, the same insane artist streak. And all the same vices. So, while she was telling me how much she likes Whip, I was enthusiastically recommending Embalming Fluid. I can only imagine how that would sound to a passerby. And I got Sacred Whore of Babylon in the mail today. Hah, take that, mother of Yaksha. I in turn told her that she'd enabled me into becoming a Lush junkie, and she should have to pay for my therapy. She then went the "in my day, I had to import it from England and the shipping prices were atrocious!" route. In short, yes, we are the same person. So, I got some Puccini to work on for the rest of the semester, and maybe some DuParc as well. If I do infact do a senior recital of some sort, I want to do a good mix of operatic aria (I'll be reprising "The Prima Donna Song"), art song (Faure, Duparc), and maybe a few musical theater pieces as well. Just no baroque. I hate baroque.
My day begins tomorrow morning at 8:30am, and it ends at 10pm. Wish me luck.
ETA: Because I have a lot of ladies with dry winter skin on my list, I thought I'd pass along a tip. As much as I love Lush, the stuff is pricey. I have to say, that after a forumite sent me a gift bath bomb from Skindazzles.Com, I have found a cheaper alternative. After I had a nice soak and shave with one of their bombs, my skin has never been smoother or softer. The color isn't as intense as a Lush bomb, but it's still nice, and the added shea butter is incredibly moisturizing. If you're looking for neat treats that won't bankrupt you, I'd suggest giving them a look.
I had a small victory today: I got Margie to agree to let me audit choir. Which means I only have to go once a week. Which means I'll have an extra hour and a half a week to relax. It's not much, but it's something.
I also found out that I might not be able to invite my parents to the musical due to an intensely sexual comedic scene that I happen to be in. Unless the director opts for another way to play the scene, in no way will my parents be invited. But if they're not? Feh. I'd rather do a memorable character than tame it down. Lady Grace is a British woman who used to be rich, and is now poor and desperate to cling on to social prominence. And she keeps faking French, badly, so that will be fun to play with. It might work, because other than her affair storyline, she's fairly nondescript. I need to make her more memorable. We get costume collages and dialect tapes tomorrow. And Ryan's song, "My Little Dinghy," about a boat, is quite frankly one of the best songs of the show. "If you've got a teeny little dinghy/ You must recall/ A teeny little dinghy's/ Better than no dinghy at all." Just sayin'.
And I've turned my voice teacher into a total wrist-sniffing, crack-addled BPAL junkie. The thing about Kyle is that she's me, only in fifteen years, with more expensive wine. We share the same sarcasm, the same dry sense of humor, the same insane artist streak. And all the same vices. So, while she was telling me how much she likes Whip, I was enthusiastically recommending Embalming Fluid. I can only imagine how that would sound to a passerby. And I got Sacred Whore of Babylon in the mail today. Hah, take that, mother of Yaksha. I in turn told her that she'd enabled me into becoming a Lush junkie, and she should have to pay for my therapy. She then went the "in my day, I had to import it from England and the shipping prices were atrocious!" route. In short, yes, we are the same person. So, I got some Puccini to work on for the rest of the semester, and maybe some DuParc as well. If I do infact do a senior recital of some sort, I want to do a good mix of operatic aria (I'll be reprising "The Prima Donna Song"), art song (Faure, Duparc), and maybe a few musical theater pieces as well. Just no baroque. I hate baroque.
My day begins tomorrow morning at 8:30am, and it ends at 10pm. Wish me luck.
ETA: Because I have a lot of ladies with dry winter skin on my list, I thought I'd pass along a tip. As much as I love Lush, the stuff is pricey. I have to say, that after a forumite sent me a gift bath bomb from Skindazzles.Com, I have found a cheaper alternative. After I had a nice soak and shave with one of their bombs, my skin has never been smoother or softer. The color isn't as intense as a Lush bomb, but it's still nice, and the added shea butter is incredibly moisturizing. If you're looking for neat treats that won't bankrupt you, I'd suggest giving them a look.