*sniff*

For anyone who cares...

Robert Merrill died.

I liked him. He seemed like a down to earth kind of guy who just happened to be one of opera's most familiar faces, but maybe that's because he was a baritone and not a tenor. ;)
He sang the National Anthem on opening day at Yankee Stadium for 3o years.
Here's a quote from the CNN article:

He took the job seriously and once said he didn't appreciate when singers tried to ad lib with "distortions."
"When you do the anthem, there's a legitimacy to it," Merrill told Newsday in 2000. "I'm bothered by these different interpretations of it."

Hmph.
Thank you, Mr.Merrill.
Too bad most people didn't listen to you.

Oooooohhhh boy

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most and you're very comfortable in new
situations. You rather let things go with the
flow than try to change them. You have a lot of
close friends who love you because you can help
them with their problems. You're a very patient
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You are heartbroken love. You were in love so deep,
and now you are completely shattered. Hang in
there, you will find someone much better.

Good old Byron

My Soul is dark

My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.

But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.

*sigh*

Today wasn't so great.

I was feeling really crummy yesterday and went to bed around 7, then got up for a while and then went back to bed.

Still feeling rather crummy.

My cat was throwing up this morning.

I walked into my room this afternoon and discovered a dead Bruno.
So I was sitting in the living room crying when my father got home.
He cracks me up.
He took Bruno and buried him in the front of the house and made a little cross and everything.
I thought perhaps something was wrong with Bruno when I cleaned the tank yesterday.
*sob*
R.I.P.

....

A person who is drowning does not need me to comment on how dirty the water is.
They need me to offer them a lifesaver.

I love it

Arg

Sometimes people drive me crazy.

Ooooh boy

I am such a shmuch.

I have a picture on my desktop at work of a stained glass window from a cathedral in Prague.
Chris commented on it and I told her that one of my favorite things from our UK trip was going to the minsters and abbeys.
So I'm telling her about it and....

I ALMOST STARTED CRYING.

*sigh*

I think I'm having a Feel Sorry For Yourself Day.
Anyone care to join me?

*insert drawn out wail*

WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

*sigh*

Well, poor Mrs.Shea has an uncle who isn't expected to live very long.
She's going to be gone for two weeks and we get stuck with a sub.
*sigh*
Stinky.
Very stinky.

I made myself a really cool choir mix cd.
*rocks out*

:) :) :) :)

I'm work.
Guess that means I should be working, heh?
Adam, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??????

I just gotta say that I am so glad I'm a soprano.
No disrespect to the altos out there, but it just sounds so boring to sing that part.
Is it?
And really, many an alto is just a lazy soprano.
So.
There you have it.
:)

I'm hungry.
Time for some cinnamon toast.

Oh, and one more thing -
People bug the British for their fussy was of making tea.....
Well, folks, I tend to agree that the water needs tot boil for 30 seconds.
Simply running water through a coffee maker to heat it just doesn't cut it.
It does not taste the same.
'Nuff said.

See ya.

Wow

Here I am approaching the one year anniversary of the blog and I have no interest in it right now.
Not sure why.
*sigh*

Hang in there, folks.