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Name: Door Birthday: 1/15/1991 Gender: Female
Interests: Broadway musicals, music, books, poetry, The Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel Expertise: Reading, singing, fluting, bassooning, piccoloing, poetry writing, crying, performing, dancing at odd times, giggling Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs Industry: Entertainment
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1/21/2005
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| Oh, how I love Candide.
And Kristin Chenoweth. XD
And I'm totally not doing my history homework which I left for today...:\
I totally thought that the concert would be over by like...8:30 or 9:00...but no. I got home at almost 10. \=
The senior gifts to the teachers were sweet, though.
And my mom agrees with me on this: I don't know how in the hell Danielle is a soprano, because her top notes were extremely thin. Notes that high are supposed to be really full and beautiful and full of vibrato [but not too much haha]...not all thin and stretched...especially when you're a soprano. I think she was holding back...but whatever. If ever I get to sing in the high school auditorium, remind to ask to not be miced...the mic had like, an echo thing going on or something when she was singing...it was odd. :3
I'm totally done.
Oh yesh...
Someone's gonna get an earful tomorrow.
That's all, folks. Goodnight.
<33 Door
We'll build our house, and chop our wood
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| Guh, this musical makes me so goddamn happy. *squees*
So this afternoon I finished watching Mean Girls and I watched Chicago. Gave me lotsa time to think. And I have come to the conclusion...that a person I know is a humongous asshole. One of the biggest assholes I've ever met. Unless he/she/it decides to stop being an asshole...well, I'm going to give him/her/it a huge goddamn piece of my mind. And if you know who this is directed at, well then good for you. Makes it easier for me.
I'm still happy...but that's only because I'm listening to Fiddler on the Roof. And I just finished watching Chicago. Yay John C. Reilly. Yay "Mr. Cellophane". Yay "Cell Block Tango". Yay Chita Rivera with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth [hahaha]. Yay Idina Menzel [had to throw that one in somewhere]. Yay for musicals. Yay.
:P
Umm so yeah...this post was totally odd and nonsensical.
I don't even know why the fuck I even bother writing in this thing anymore.
<33 Door
Without our traditions, our life would be as shaky as...as...as a FIDDLER ON THE ROOF!
Harvey Fierstein + Zero Mostel = BEST TEVYES EVER. XD /fangirlishness
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| I ended up preventing myself from crying, but I was getting really choked up on the field [BUT I HIT TEH CRAZY HIGH B FLAT!! GO ME!! hahah]. Me & Gabi. I love her. XD
I won this $250 Best Buy giftcard from PST for doing a trendsetter survey...hah. I had fun today picking stuff out XD. I got like 6 DVDs and like...I-don't-know-how-many-CDs. Don't worry, Rachel, I'll burn the Regina Spektor one for you. <3
Anyway...I've got that feeling like...that's beyond words. I'm not quite sure if I'm happy or sad or pissed or what...or about what.
Oh, hell...I don't know what to think anymore. Heh. ><
The English language is so excessively limiting. And that's all I have to say about that.
<33 Door
The tears dry without you... | | |
|  | Currently Playing Rent (1996 Original Broadway Cast) By Jonathan Larson, Jonathan Larson, Tim Weil, Jeff Potter, Anthony Jackson, Daniel A. Weiss, Ira Siegel, Kenny Brescia, Dominique Derasse, Steve Skinner La Vie Boheme see related |
Umm...yeah.
I have my last Trenton Thunder game today...:( I'm gonna start crying, I swear. This is my last performance ever with the choir. I'm like...super sad.
I'm just a bit worried because of the gang problems in Trenton...I can't wear my red Cons because of the huge, humongous gang problem. >< So I hafta wear my old Cons, the crappy ones. Hah.
And my allergies are like...horrible & I hafta hit that high, crazy B flat. :O
YDara
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Oh. My. God. I just wrote my little paper of memories for Mrs. Thel, and...oh, my. I started crying. It's really hitting me that this year is my last year in choir. *cries in solitude*
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