My tummy aches.
I ate an entire Colossal Rolo Ice Cream Cake at Boston Pizza last night. Oy vey.
I was mad. I eat when I’m mad. And when I’m happy. And for every feeling in between.
Last night I was beyond mad. Livid is probably the best word to describe it. But, like usual, I stepped back, put everything in perspective and actually THOUGHT about what happened, I realized that I was actually disappointed. Not mad. Or livid.
It’s all a very long, ongoing saga, so I won’t bore you with the details. Let’s just say that boys are oh so very, very complicated.
Other than the above, things are good. Oh, except for those pesky final exams. I can’t get into the studying mode no matter how hard I try. The good thing is that I’ve come to realize that one single mark from one class does not my future make. I have come to love and adore 80%. Nothing wrong with that. Who would have thought I’d be okay with that?
If you ever have the chance to download the song, “Taylor, the Latte Boy,” do it. It’s a Broadway-esque song that makes me laugh outloud everytime I listen to it. Comic. Genius. I would love to do a recital of Broadway songs someday in the future because it’s repertoire I never really explored. And it’s my favourite stuff.
Finally, my thoughts and prayers go out to the families of the vicitms of yesterday’s unexplainable and horrific killings at Viriginia Tech. And special prayers to the gunman’s family. As one commentator said, “No parent deserves that.” I can’t imagine the pain and anguish of any involved. It’s one of those things that seems so sensational, that you can’t wrap your mind around it. Maybe that’s a protective mechanism.
Think of those people and take a moment to say “Thanks” for your blessings.
Listening to and love:
Alison Krauss and Union Station: “Restless”, “Goodbye Is All We Have”
Susan Egan, “Taylor, the Latte Boy”
Barbara Cook, “Glitter and Be Gay”
Kristin Chenoweth, Idina Menzel “Defying Gravity” from “Wicked”
Kristin Chenoweth, “Popular” from “Wicked”