music when the lights go out.

Ah, Christmas. I don't like this holiday, but today wasn't bad.
I didn't ask for much and I got more than I asked for and more than I need. That should probably make me happy, but it doesn't. I'm not unhappy really, just a little bit bemused.
I got my little cousin a USC cheerleader outfit. Apparently she loves it and it looks adorable. I'm happy. I'll post picture if I get them.
My presents went over well. I kind of knew they would. I wish my parents would put as much thought into my gifts as I do into theirs. Quality, not quantity people. That's unfair of me, I know. They do what they can, considering they don't know me as well as perhaps they'd like. It's the thought that counts.

I think that the time away and the distance has made me more charitable than I would otherwise be. I was a right whiny bitch last Christmas (but only on my blog. I do what I can as well).
I have only one wish for New Years. It's the same one I make every year. It's echoed in about a million songs, all of which are somewhere on my iTunes playlist. Please let this year be better than the last. It's worked so far.
Now if I could just find a good New Years Party.

watch the doubtful smiles begin

So, I'm readjusting to this time zone- sort of. I've just decided not to sleep. It's working pretty well so far.

Random fact: Did you know that in the UK, they call cupcakes fairy buns? I had heard of them, but I didn't know they were the same thing. Mm...fairy buns.

I'm listening to the new Weakerthans cd for about the millionth time. It's good. It's not my new favorite cd, but it's growing on me.
I don't really have much else to say. Nashville is boring. I'm supposed to see Breanna and Hensley tonight, which should be really good. (Breanna is my awesome friend with a preternatural gift for languages and a love for Harry Potter that rivals JK Rowling's. She just got a job as a freelancer at MAC. Hensley is superfun and she goes to my dad's alma mater. It's a really small school, so she sees him a lot. I think it would be hella awkward if she wasn't so sweet.)

I guess that's all?

we both know they wouldn't mind

Note for next semester: don't get into routines. Routines=the stuff of bad.

More later.

Thank you (thank you) Silence

So, I'm finished with finals and I'm going back to Nashville tomorrow. It goes without saying that I don't want to, but I'm not going to let it put me in a bad mood. I can't. This needs to be good.
This first half of the year went by really fast, and I'm kind of sorry it's over. I hope the next 3.5 years are as good as this.
Best moments of the Semester:
-Telling someone how I had almost given up studying music and having them say to me, "It's a part of you," like it was obvious.
-Being told by an incredibly nice older gentleman that I look like a young Mia Farrow (from Peyton Place).
-Karaoke with Alex at three in the morning...before the Rum made things a little complicated.
-Finding Sugar-free, Raspberry Lattes
-Thanksgiving with Lauren and her family
-Performing onstage with Oriana and realizing what it meant to really move an audience
-Free Love party with Kooky Khalia and lots of free love (although not quite as much as I would have liked
The really good moments
-Realizing that freezing my ass off in the mud for 3 1/2 hours every night was totally worth it (WTO's King Lear- I'd do it again in a heartbeat)
-Being told by a professor & TA that my talent and thoughtfulness was evident and that they wanted me to shine
-Having my poem chosen first to be read in a Seminar/discussion- the most personal one I've written
-Discovering that Zero-Carb Rockstar is pink and tastes like heaven
-Bonding with Karen over FroYo and vegetables
(-The memorable: date with a cokehead)
-Chasing taxis at the WTO bake sale at 1 AM
-La classe de Français
-Professor Wilson's comments on my performance
-Little things: jamba juice, West Hollywood, wind and sunlight after rain

The Bad
Not worth remembering.

Have a good Holiday everyone. I know you all can probably use a break. We'll see how mine goes.

it always rains like hell on the losers day parade.

I saw Barack Obama speak last night. He was really inspiring. Honestly, I'm so glad I'm supporting him and I'm definitely going to get more involved in the next few months. I think we need him to be president, and I'm scared that something will happen before he gets a chance to change the country for the better.
So, that was the highlight of a really amazing night. I'll go backwards. I got to see the goo goo dolls, who have been one of my favorite bands since I was about 12. They played 2 of their new songs (including "Stay With You" which is so beautiful), and they played "Slide" which is their biggest hit, and then they played my favorite song, "Broadway." It was the first one I heard of theirs and it's still one of my favorite songs. I was so happy.
Before them, a couple of people spoke about Barack and Ne-Yo performed. He was really good. I'm excited for him about his Grammy nominations.
But, before that was probably the most unlikely event of all. Bret, Kira, David, and I couldn't find the amphitheatre and we ended up wandering into the premier of Charlie Wilson's War instead...into the VIP area. Randomly enough, they let us in and it was only when we got to Will Call that we realized we were at the wrong place. On the way out, I almost bumped into someone having their picture taken. It happens. Happens all the time, just not when that person is Julia Roberts. FYI, she's incredibly tiny and beautiful in person (even more beautiful than onscreen) and I totally might be in the background of her publicity photos. Hell freakin' yes.
So, I had a good night. I had a really good night. Obama '08!

haligh, haligh, haligh, a lie

I got punched in the jaw tonight.
I don't really want to blog about it.

I went to a party.
More about that later.

I saw Waiting for Godot.
It was good. Sucks for those of you that missed it.

More on that later too. I have something like 120 pages to read for Russian Culture, and a novel to read for American Lit. Bleh, how did I end up like this?

Oh, yeah. I remember. I'm an idiot.