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I do wonder if, in a perceived duality of things, being not one thing automatically makes one the other.

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I do wonder if, in a perceived duality of things, being not one thing automatically makes one the other.

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*bounces* Tentative lineup for upcoming performances I get to do major things in:

Company Cast Revue: "I Could Have Danced All Night" (solo), "At the Ballet" (trio)
Botanical society benefit concert: "Where E'er You Walk"
Voice teacher's recital: "Where E'er You Walk," "An die Musik"
Chorus concert: "Der Tanz" (quartet)

I love my voice teacher so much. Not only is she the bestest voice teacher I've ever had, she's pulling strings to get me a solo in the revue and letting me do two songs in her recital. She even trusts me to get "An die Musik" together, even though my breath support is... iffy... at the moment.

Allergy season hit today. Blech. Woke up with a thoroughly stuffed-up nose and gunky eyes, and my throat was absolutely raw. Plus I'd mislaid my Claritin, and even though it's OTC now it's still like $2 a pill. Fuck Claritin. Ephedrine is a fucking wonder drug for my particular set of ailments: decongestant, muscle relaxant (yay for no jaw tension), stimulant, and it makes me HAPPY. Not just not-sad, but actually happy. Although it's the decongestant properties I'm appreciating most at the moment. Oh yes. (FYI, you can still get it legally to deal with... you guessed it... asthma and bad allergies. I think I qualify: last year my allergist put me on all sorts of nasty steroid inhalers and shit, but as long as I keep hydrated this seems to be working better actually.)

Oh, and we got the class offerings for next semester. And there was much rejoicing, for there are many classes I want to take and--joy of joys--no schedule conflicts. And there is a vocal performance class, and beginning Arabic (but no Latin or Italian, awww), and history of the English language. And I can fulful my science requirement with a computer programming class instead of hours of chemistry labs.

And I wrote four paragraphs of a humor fic. THIS IS A FUCKING ACCOMPLISHMENT, GOD DAMN IT.

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*bounces* Tentative lineup for upcoming performances I get to do major things in:

Company Cast Revue: "I Could Have Danced All Night" (solo), "At the Ballet" (trio)
Botanical society benefit concert: "Where E'er You Walk"
Voice teacher's recital: "Where E'er You Walk," "An die Musik"
Chorus concert: "Der Tanz" (quartet)

I love my voice teacher so much. Not only is she the bestest voice teacher I've ever had, she's pulling strings to get me a solo in the revue and letting me do two songs in her recital. She even trusts me to get "An die Musik" together, even though my breath support is... iffy... at the moment.

Allergy season hit today. Blech. Woke up with a thoroughly stuffed-up nose and gunky eyes, and my throat was absolutely raw. Plus I'd mislaid my Claritin, and even though it's OTC now it's still like $2 a pill. Fuck Claritin. Ephedrine is a fucking wonder drug for my particular set of ailments: decongestant, muscle relaxant (yay for no jaw tension), stimulant, and it makes me HAPPY. Not just not-sad, but actually happy. Although it's the decongestant properties I'm appreciating most at the moment. Oh yes. (FYI, you can still get it legally to deal with... you guessed it... asthma and bad allergies. I think I qualify: last year my allergist put me on all sorts of nasty steroid inhalers and shit, but as long as I keep hydrated this seems to be working better actually.)

Oh, and we got the class offerings for next semester. And there was much rejoicing, for there are many classes I want to take and--joy of joys--no schedule conflicts. And there is a vocal performance class, and beginning Arabic (but no Latin or Italian, awww), and history of the English language. And I can fulful my science requirement with a computer programming class instead of hours of chemistry labs.

And I wrote four paragraphs of a humor fic. THIS IS A FUCKING ACCOMPLISHMENT, GOD DAMN IT.