A journal left untouched since July will never do.

Entertainment
O dear sweet fig, where to begin? I have fallen helplessly in love with opera after seeing the extremely rare and awesome Rossini Le Comte Ory, and then the UW's doing of Haydn's Il Mondo della Luna, and just this past weekend, The Pearl Fishers at Seattle Opera. Oh boy oh boy, if you ever get the chance to go to Seattle Opera, GO. The music is pristine, the costumes gorgeous, the staging engrossing and breathtaking. I still can't stop talking about it, the music goes on being stuck in my head.

Tazzel and I went to see the Decemberists in November. That was a trip, man. "You be my navigatrix," I said to her. "Here, have a hanky." Referring to the glasses cleaning cloth my dad once gave me with a map of Seattle on it, since I am hopeless with directions. And they played Sons and Daughters, they did they did, and it was brilliant, and we sang along even though I had performances and couldn't afford to tax my voice.

Fluffy, Rika and I formed the Angel Band and made ourselves the entertainment over the summer down at a local sandwich-shop open mic. That is excellent good fun, but we haven't been back there in months. We haven't actually had practice in months. Let's get on it, shall we, ladies? We managed one full 45-minute set back in September. Let's do it again!

I will shortly be presenting entertainment: I'm directing The Marriage of Figaro up at uni-land, and it promises to be sexy and hilarious. It's consuming lots and lots of life-hours, and I'm finding myself in the rare situation of having to teach my actors how to kiss, but it should be worth the effort in the end, as you'll see if you come and watch it. And to cap it all, Seattle Opera's rounding out their season with the opera La Nozze di Figaro, so we're all going to go see it.

And! To almost cap that, I tried out for the chorus of uni-land's production of Eugene Onegin, a Russian Tchaikovsky tragedy. The Powers that Be seemed to like the fact that I do Irish dance, and they said I sang well, so here are my fingers crossed... can you imagine it, Mr. Frodo? The likes of me in an opera! It's almost enough to break the brain, it is!

School
I managed to 4.0 every class this fall except Intro to Folklore. Of course it's perfectly natural that the one easy course I mostly ignored should be the one I 3.7. Meh. I still have a good GPA, which is more than I expected when I set out on this uni journey.

Now I'm taking Italian 202, Beginning short story, voice again, and the second-best choir in the school. Not to mention Crash Course in Directoring 111, unofficially. Which is a pretty shiny and awesome schedule. Several people in my short story class seem to be either pretentious or a bit bonkers. Which amuses me and makes me want to smack myself in the forehead at the same time.

And if I can raise the money, I'm going to Rome for four weeks this summer to study historical fiction. MMmmmmYAY.

Choir and voice have made me wonder if I couldn't just get a plethora of scholarships and stay an extra year and double major in voice and creative writing. Two things that will make me absolutely no steady money at all ever.

Pitcher-Taking
What pitcher-taking? <.< >.>

No, really
I haven't been taking pictures or uploading pictures. My days are full to bursting; it's absolutely incredible. Speaking of which, if I know what's good for me I should start on laundry before I go to Irish dance so's I can learn that Haydn movement we're getting tested on tomorrow in choir....