No Mountain's Too High

I don't even know why I'm posting exactly. I guess because I haven't in a while, and the last one was rather depressing. I don't want anyone to think I've killed myself. Not that anyone besides Z reads this anyway. But not to worry - no suicide here! I would totally screw up my life insurance. :P

So, I'm your angel.

Yep. Apparently.

Let's see... I don't really remember what I had said last post, but I got a job at the Winspear Centre. Nice job, even though it's service industry. It's sort of fun. And I get to sneak in concerts. Apparently I made my mom mad because I've seen John McDermott, and Chick Corea, and I will be seeing Rita McNeil.

Next to that, I'm applying as a lunch time supervisor for my old elementary school. They really need one, and I've done it before. Maybe I can make that experience nicer then the one I had. Mrs. Pallachuk was... evil. O_o;

Besides that though, I'm trying to pick up as much french as I can by myself, but I really ned to find a teacher. Same thing with the voice stuff. I'm never going to be an opera singer if I don't get some lessons. My voice is just too... unused now then it was before. I can still sing, but just not what I consider to be very well. I can still move people to tears though, so I guess that's always a good sign. And, moved to tears in a GOOD way, btw.

I haven't seen bleeding ears yet.

...oh well. I'm not really into saying anything else. I'm anti-social! :P