Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Happy Guy Fawkes Day!
Snagged from Faith’s LJ, which in turn snagged from Faans:
::hums “Good Morning”::
12:04 AM: Java homework is DONE.
And who has tickets for The Matrix tomorrow night at 10:15? Booyeah.
NO WAY!!!!!!!! The Bridge, my lovely local theatre, is participating in Trilogy Tuesday! PLEASE make it not be sold out…
EDIT: Too good to be true. I double checked in a bunch of places, and it looks like I was wrong. Bah.
TEH W03. I misread the website for my local theatre, and Matrix opens tomorrow morning, not midnight tonight. Wah.
I am a t00b. Looking at Kell’s LotR goodness (see previous post), I suddenly realized “Hey! If I’m going to see LotR at midnight tonight, I’d better get a makeshift costume ready! Hmm… I could wear my kickass boots and that nifty shirt and– gah, I’d better hurry and get all the blue gunk off those elf ears!”
And then I realized that it’s not LotR, it’s The Matrix. *is stupid*
I LOVE KELL SHE IS MY GODDESS AND SHOULD BE WORSHIPPED BY COUNTLESS BILLIONS. *hearts hearts hearts*
Wah. My first alarm didn’t go off this morning, so although my second alarm went off and I won’t have any problems getting to class on time, I didn’t get the sensation of “Ha, my alarm just went off, but I can press the snooze button and sleep for 30 more minutes!”
So much woe. *is so spoiled*
Sam — your book has been shipped! It should arrive in a week. Happy Belated Birthday!
Wait… you don’t read this blog, do you? Ah well. ::posts anyway::
::squeaks::
Okay, back to feeling special again. I hadn’t even really been aware of it, but my feelings of self-worth as an actress and singer went down quite a bit when I didn’t make the cut of the A Cappella and Theatre groups I tried out for earlier this year. But today, all has been restored. In my Songwriting class, Prof. Weesner was comparing a piece of funk music with Coldplay with Schubert’s Gretchen am Spinnrade, and the guy next to me, Rob(?), turned to me and whispered “Which one was Gretchen?” I offhandedly sang the first two lines (in my exquisitely pronounced German, ha), and he said, in a tone of great respect, “You have such a good voice.”
It caught me by surprise, as I barely even knew the guy and I didn’t think my mini-performance was that impressive, as I was trying to sing opera under my breath as not to disturb the class.
Come to think of it, I think this was the guy who asked “When will we see this on Broadway?” when I sang “Whatever Happened to Honor” in class.
Just goes to show what goes on when you think no one’s paying attention.