In the last couple of days, amidst the chaotic lifestyle I lead, I have come to find that I really miss back when I used to sing arias and classical/foreign pieces. I lived for those things in high school, taking lessons on a weekly basis and performing in shows and honor choirs and competing in contests. I hope that someday, I am able to sing those kinds of pieces again. It's far too late for me to join any Drake choir (and I am far too busy to do so at this time), and the karaoke bar is no place for Mozart, Brahms or even Phantom of the Opera. I'm not saying that the occasional renditions of "Bohemian Rhapsody" or "I Don't Care" aren't fun, but I love the traditional music, back when people wore corsets and powdered wigs. Maybe I'm weird. Maybe. And just maybe when I'm older I can find a venue or venture in which such vocalizations are appropriate. Until then, I will stick with singing to myself or to popular songs everyone else sings to.
Tomorrow after my internship, I am going to the Britney Spears "Circus" concert at Wells Fargo Arena. I can't wait to see the crazy people there and the inevitable, yet thoroughly entertaining, train wreck that is the pop princess. Thanks, Joanna, for the free ticket!
As of two days ago, I am "depriving" myself of Twitter for a week to monitor how I feel about it through a deprivation study for my PR research class. Funny how I miss pieces of technology when I can't have them. I suppose it's a weeklong quasi-version of Lent. I am glad, however, that I gave up Twitter and not pepper or artificial sweetener - I would have already broken my study several times over if that were the case.
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