:'-)

Guys? This just made my life. I love Eric Whitacre. I love choir. I love horses (Equus means horse, y'all).

This is far too much awesomeness.

<3,
Lani

UPDATE// And listening to it reminded me that I have Allstate music to learn. Whoops.

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I watch MI-5 (a show about British intellegence officers) and one of my favorite characters died. It was very depressing because the main character was in love with her. That made me reflect on just how frequently people die in that show.
Then I put on Legend of Korra and that was depressing too, so I switched it to Avatar, but every time I saw Aang I thought "hey. He dies."
Fuck, now I'm sad.
<3,
Lani

WTF Is This. I Don't Even...

Well, fuck. Can we just rewind the week?

My mother has decided that I need to keep track of my own schedule, which I am fine with, but she decided this on Sunday and didn't let me know until Tuesday.

Cassie has horse camp this week, but it was really rainy and mom kept saying "I don't know if she'll be able to do camp." "I don't think camp's gonna happen." and such. So, I assumed that there was no camp. Apparently there was. Thanks a million, mom! (This ties into the self-scheduling thing. Again, I would have liked some warning.)

Maybe I'm just PMS-y. Am I PMS-y?

I just had to use a knife to get my coke open. Do normal people do this?

Have this link to a video of old people performing popular music. Terribly. But, hey, if it makes them happy, then awesome. MUSIC IS FOR EVERYBODY! MUSIC FOR ALL!

To make that up to you, here is another link to Eric Whitacre conducting his own piece 'The Seal Lullaby' which is kind of beautiful and lovely and stuff.

I should probably be on several different kinds of medication.


Is it weird that whenever the landline rings, I automatically yell 'NO!' and then go see who's calling?

A telemarketer just called. I picked up the phone, yelled "NO." and then I hung up. I think I might enjoy being a telemarketer just to see the different responses I get.

<3,
Lani

What Am I Doing With My Life

...I'm not quite sure how I got here. I started out practicing my music; specifically that one Mozart piece that's a bitch to learn. I attempted to use YouTube recordings in lieu of rehearsal tracks, which brought me to the realization that the speakers on my computer objectively suck.

Now, I'm using my keyboard as a desk for my laptop while eating an almost-empty box of animal crackers and contemplating various nerdy T-shirts, then remembering that I'm poor.

So yeah.

Also, my shirt is made by a company called 'Redshirts'. This makes me fairly nervous. (Star Trek, anyone?)

<3,
Lani

Headbanging

If you know me, you know that my hair is really long. If you don't know me, then allow me to inform you that my hair is really long. Zarina and I were sitting around (her on the stairs, I on the banister), when I had the greatest idea ever.

I should join a heavy metal band.

Think about it. My headbanging would be the best ever because my hair would go everywhere. Like a tornado, but less organized. And with hair.

Zarina gave me the 'you-are-too-stupid-to-be-related-to-me' look. Then, of course, I had to jump down from the banister and show her how awesome my headbanging skills are. That was how I discovered that in order for my hair to make a complete flip, I have to headbang really slowly. Also, it takes a lot of effort to fling around that amount of hair. It made my neck hurt after a little bit, not to mention the diziness.

And thus ended my short-lived career in heavy metal.

<3,
Lani

No One Can Be Told What the Matix Is. You Have to Be Shown.

HEY GUISE I'M BACK. A) Back from choir camp and B) Back from having no computer.


Choir camp came and went and made me realize something.HOLY FUCKING HELL IN A HANDBASKET I WANT OUT OF THE HOUSE. I WANT TO LIVE BY MYSELF SO DAMN BAD NOW. LIKE, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

Fucking hell, Blondie leave me alone or so help me god I will shank you in the face.

Anyways. I am listening to my Allstate music through a Youtube playlist some kind soul set up. I might have just listened to the Tenor/Bass piece like three time. Male choirs, Y  U be so beautiful?? Ahem. Sopranos love basses, basses love altos, altos love tenors, tenors love themselves.

Seriously though, all-male pieces are the most gorgeous things ever. It's like dark choclate for your ears. Or an eargasm. Whatever floats your boat. Actually, just listen to this. Gah, I love boys.

Stupid Mozart. Why couldn't you have expressed your tennage in some other way than by writing a twenty-five page piece with no words but "misericordias domini, cantabo in aenum". And then switching rythms and keys every other measure. Holycrap, man. This is going to be a bitch to learn.

One of these days I am going to just haul off and slap my sister. It's gonna happen.

I just changed my screensaver to raining Matrix code. Not gonna lie, it's pretty cool.

I just watched the Matrix and had the obligatory "OMG NOTHING IS REAL" moment. Also, I am kind of in love with Mouse. HE HAS AUTOMATIC SHOTGUNS, PEOPLE.

Zarina is over. Hello, Zarina!
*Zarina waves hello at the computer screen.*
*Zarina is still waving at the computer screen.*
You can stop now, love.

YAY FOR RANDOM THINGS. I AM ENDING THIS POST BECAUSE... UM. STUFF.

<3,
Lani

A Day At Work. Or Some Creative Variation Thereof.

It's 5:40 in the morning, what am I doing up? Today, I'm going to work with my dad. Hell if I know why, my mom keeps bugging me to do so.

So yeah, I'm up, it's ungodly early, and shit like so. Be prepared for a running dialogue.

My dad and I are fighting an ongoing battle over my black toenail polish. I relented and took the purple of my fingers because it's "not professional", but he wanted the black gone too. I forgot to take it off and just wore close-toe shoes instead. He gave me the eyeroll/sigh parental thing.

Coffee apparently prevents skin cancer now. Maybe all the coffee I drink will balance out all the time I spend in the sun.

I'm wondering if I should have brought a jacket. My dad didn't, but he keeps his car at around -42°. But I suppose it's a moot point because all my jackets are sweatshirts. Not "professional". But fucking comfy.

There's a building with a big sign that says 'condos'. At first glance it looked like 'condoms'.

I'm kind of killing time until it's late enough to start texting people.

Hey, look, a store with slut clothes. If I ever have a boyfriend who buys me stuff like that, he will be sleeping on the couch for a month.

My dad is taking advantage of my presence to haze all his coworkers. I've already pretended to be Rochelle Osborne, interviewing Dad about his application to the special forces and Teresa Lisbon inquiring about a job because my dad is a total Mentalist fanboy. His boss totally bought it.

Shit You Will Not Find In a Normal Office That My Father Has Laying Around:
- severed ram's head on the wall
- model of a spine that looks disturbingly real
- letter opener that looks like a knife
- sort of table looking thing...? With stuff?
- gavel on a board on a wall
- whatever the hell this thing is

Dad has a meeting, so he stuck me in an unused office and gave me a bible. I guess he forgot he had my phone, and by extension internet.

Two hours. In a room. With nothing but a bible after my phone died. (It wasn't that bad, actually.)

After Dad's meeting was over I did actual stuff that consisted mainly of printing and stapling. The printer was weird and I had to put paper in it five times over a course of around forty five minutes.

It's lunchtime and my dad's outside on his phone. It makes me want to act ten and whine "PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEE!

There is a strip club right next to my father's office.

I finished printing, stapling, and shuffling papers and now I have nothing to do. Getting up early is catching up with me. I want to go home and fall asleep. Or drink more coffee.

And then the day ends with stuff I don't want to write down because it's boring.

The end. Yay.

<3,
Lani