Fellmama

I'm in! I'm now the least experienced second alto in the Whitman College Chorale! Free voice lessons! I NEVER expected this to happen . . . about a trillion people auditioned and God knows I don't have any training or experience . . . but there it was, my name, third on the list alphabetically. I didn't even look for the list; I didn't know it was up . . . Katie pointed it out.
Wow.
I am so happy.
Last night I bounced for like ten minutes straight.

Success! Shopping was accomplished over a weekend and two trips to Spokane. I purchased the following:
One skirt
Two pairs of chinos
Six shirts
Five pairs of underwear
Two bras
One formal dress, which is bootiful
One sticker, reading: "I look weird, but I'd kick your ass on Jeopardy"
Lots of earrings
Four plates
Four bowls
Four cobalt blue glasses
Two mugs
One photo tree
I now have no money, but lots of nice things.
I'll just avoid eating for a couple months. That's the ticket.

Muuuuuuuuuuh.
It was very, very hard to get up this morning.
I'm finding it increasingly more difficult to be enthusiastic about my job. It's a great job. It's well within my abilities. And yet I am not satisfied.
I have no life, thus I have nothing about which to write.
Arrrrrrr.

I saw three movies in 26 hours. Oh my.
Yesterday, Rachel and I watched "Crime of Passion." Blargh. The nice thing about film noir, though, is that when it's good, it's good, and when it's bad, it's hilarious. We had so much fun with it. Unprintable fun . . . Later, Mom, Jack, Rach, and I went to see "A Mighty Wind," which was HILARIOUS. Go and see it. It's worth it.
I got my hair cut and went to the dentist this morning, so now I'm all clean and shiny.
My life is so boring.

Muuuuuuuuuggggghhhh.
I have not updated because my life is very, very boring. Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling TERRIBLE. My voice was this horrid raspy croak. I did not go to work. I did get paid, however, which meant that I could order lots and lots of organ music from Malecki. Mmmmm . . . new music . . .
Rachel and I watched Laura last night--starring Gene Tierney, made in 1944 . . . good stuff. I've decided that I'm going to go on another film noir kick. I had fun on the last one.
I am still all croaky and icky. I think I'm going to go play Mummy Maze for a while and then continue finding sources for Ines. Such is life in the bowels of Johnson Hall.

I forgot: Marta, I need to get you your Core books. Gimme a call or come by tomorrow evening.

The Sirens sing a beautiful version of this song. I love this album. I should buy it or burn it or something.

List of choirs at choral contest, sorted into their respective divisions:

Interlude Groups:
Schwa
The Sirens of Swank
The TestosterTones

Men:
Sigma Chi
Phi Delta Theta
Independent Men

Women:
Kappa Kappa Gamma
Delta Delta Delta
Delta Gamma
Kappa Alpha Theta
Independent Women

List of choirs that Mary thought should win (and predicted thusly):
T-Tones
Indy Men
Indy Women

List of choirs that did win:
T-Tones
Indy Men
Indy Women

In the immortal words of Dan Haley, I AM a golden god!

In conclusion, MARTA RULES!

I love this song. It's been playing on continuous loop in my room all evening.

Your Body Is a Wonderland
John Mayer
We got the afternoon,
You got this room for two,
One thing I've left to do,
Discover me,
Discovering you.

One mile to every inch of,
Your skin like porcelain,
One pair of candy lips and,
Your bubblegum tongue.

Cause if you want love,
We'll make it,
Swim in a deep sea,
Of blankets,
Take all your big plans,
And break 'em,
This is bound to be a while.

Your body is a wonderland,
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands),
Your body is a wonderland.

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face,
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase,
You tell me where to go and,
Though I might leave to find it,
I'll never let your head hit the bed,
Without my hand behind it.

You want love?
We'll make it,
Swim in a deep sea,
Of blankets,
Take all your big plans,
And break 'em,
This is bound to be a while.

Your body is a wonderland,
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands),
Your body is a wonderland.

And I discovered this while searching for the lyrics.
This is freakin' funny.

This night smells wonderful.
It makes a place in my chest ache, right below my breastbone. This particular scent has always done this to me, as long as I can remember. It's not a bad ache; I think it's a missing ache. Something is not there that should be, and I don't think I'll ever find it. This does not depress me.

So here I sit in the Moscow Public Library. Fun fun.
I've had an incredibly lazy couple of days--reading, hanging out with the Wallace-dwellers (and sparnak, of course), listening to the Amelie soundtrack pretty much nonstop, etc. I haven't been getting enough sleep, though. I really should go to bed before 2:30.
I miss Rachel SO MUCH. I hadn't realized how much until I came home. *sniffles* But, on the bright side, guess who gets to drive to Caldwell in May? That's right; me!(!!!!!!!) I'm excited, but I don't want to drive down and back by myself. Anybody feel like going to Caldwell?
Now I am off to... um... my house, where I will... I dunno... um... bum around?