"Say You'll Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime"

Today is a good day. Eating lunch right now, which is always good. Listening to "The Phantom of the Opera," which always makes me happy. Getting ready to write my essays, which for some freakish reason has me in a good mood. Why do I like writing so much? I'm not particularly good at it.

My dorky archaeology magazine came today. I haven't had time to look at it yet, but I read the articles off the cover. One of them was "Dating Pharaohs," which I'm sure is about finding out how old they are or whatever. But that's not what I first thought. I'm such a loser. I wish my brain worked.

So, last night I went to a rehearsal with the choir that I'm going to Europe with. They've been meeting for months, and I looked at the music for the first time last night. Yikes. It's a good thing I can sightread pretty well. It wasn't bad at all.

We're singing a song in Latvian, so a woman came in to teach us how to pronounce it. Fun stuff. "MAH-tzee mahn tee-TZET konks..." Anyway, she wanted to give us a warning about a word that we will encounter in our travels. Apparently, the Latvian word for "this" sounds like "shit." So, we'll be in stores and stuff and everyone around us will be like, "shit shit shit." The choir was cracking up, which I thought was funny, since it's a church choir and I'm probably the youngest person going that I'm not related to. I'm going to guess the median age is around 45. That will be interesting. At least they all laughed at "shit."

Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair... Sorry to sing Phantom at you, but it's just so good. At least I think so. It was one of the first musicals I saw on stage (I was eleven), and the story is just wonderful, and the book is great, so all in all, I'm afraid that I love it.

Yay for this weekend. Cal Poly finishes finals today, so all those fun people will be heading back up to the terrific San Francisco Bay Area to come play with me. Hurray. It has definitely been a boring week so far, so hopefully this weekend will make up for it. Nina, if you read this, do you want to hike around Lake Chabot this weekend or sometime? Like we've been planning to do for years? We should all have a movie night too. Oh wait, essays...

Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? I promise I'm done. The ending is just so good.

Anyway, I should probably head over to the library and start researching. Yay for essays. Today's fact: 5,840 people with pillow related injuries checked into U.S. emergency rooms in 1992. That really fascinates me. I wonder how you get a pillow related injury. Pillow fighting?

Later: Time for Part Two of today! Oh so exciting. I went to the library and checked out a massive pile of books just to come home and - update my blog. What a loser.

I actually have a point for updating. This will only mean something to the Whitworth kids here. So, I have to write a history essay for Keith Beebe which means!!! The return of How the Irish Saved Civilization. (My paper topic is "Celtic Monasticism"). Anyway, it really hurts to check it out when I own a copy, but I left it in storage in Spokane. So much for foresight.

I'm not sure starting this blog was a good idea. As Mark Twain said, "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt." Now I'm nice and addicted to the habit of blabbing into cyberspace. Great. Please don't think I'm an idiot, everyone. I'm not quite this bad in real life, and some people like my randomness. Right? I hope...

Anyway, time for my expedition into the adventurous world of essay writing. We'll see if I survive.