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Okay. I'm at camp; no separation anxiety so far, but I'm on serious social overload. I mean, it's nice to have a group of friends that I'm actually part of, not just the proverbial fifth wheel, but from seven in the morning till one or two the next morning, I have exactly two hours of alone time. Fun, but just TOO FUCKING MUCH. People are so clingy... I hang out with my friends on the mall trip for three and a half hours, then disappear to be by myself for half an hour and they freak the hell out. Add that to getting five or six hours of sleep max, and I'm seriously running on edge here. I've started spacing a lot--just disconnecting from reality and staring into space--and I think that freaks people out too, but it's the only way for me to be by myself.

I've started to get really manic about music. My whole morning here is spent in a band, and we have to perform Sonne by Rammstein and Sober by Tool (and possibly MDFMK's Torpedoes and/or Oomph's Brennende Liebe) tomorrow. With two days of real, actual practice, and one day of screwing around without a drummer because the program's fucked up and there aren't enough drummers around. I know and can easily pronounce the words to Sonne but don't have a good growly voice for the verses; Dara can do the verses but is having trouble with the lyrics. I think the final arrangement is me trying to sing backup, play keys, and sing the sampled female vocals at the same time, which is... lovely. Yeah.

Fucked my midrange beyond all recognition singing Sober, because our microphone is a piece of shit so I have to scream the chorus. An interesting side effect seems to be that my high range suddenly became better than it's ever really been... there are voice lessons offered on Wednesday afternoons, and I sang a whole bunch of Phantom stuff. It was rather amusing; we were doing warmups and I wasn't really looking at the keys, and all of the sudden she stopped doing the arpeggios right when I was getting into good voice. I asked why and she said, "That was high C. There aren't any more keys on a keyboard this small." I haven't hit high C at all in almost a year. Later on I sang 'Think of Me' and was horribly screechy, so I thought my high range was fucked too... and then I got to the end and that high C (I sang it raised up a step) was the best frickin' note I sang all day. I usually can't even hit the B flat of the normal version. But I swear I croaked all through my midrange, although my low notes were good.

Speaking of which, unless I get horribly and hideously unlucky I'm going to see Phantom again on Saturday. *jigs* Will not listen to any Phantom CDs until then. Will NOT. Will not make myself sick of it. No. Lead me not into temptation.

Have just discovered Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. *loves* Read the first one, immediately bought the first four issues, want the others NOW.