How I Heart Vocals

And how much more I would Iif I could sing Where is Love from Oliver! in it's original way. Singular male in a high falsetto. Somehting I can do. With a helluvalot of control granted. But it is something I could feasibly do. But I have a feeling I wouldn't never be allowed to... :'(

Yowza!! I need confetti cannons...... Why? Um no reason....

Shit load has happened since no one read this last. Semi, Me ACTUALLY cleaning my room and my first genuinely happy day in a long while. Heehee. Semi-formal was actually pretty fucking awesome. Although,....... The DJ had NO LADY GAGA..... I'll give that a few minutes to sink in. What fucking DJ has NO LADY GAGA!!!!????!?!??!?!?! A shitty one indeed. Needless to say I was pissed. I also lost the non-love of my life but still like a huge crush to one of my best friends. Oh well. I think I also dance with more chickas than any other guy at the dance. Which is sad for both me and the straight boys. Come on straight boys! I mean I'm beating you. That's just sad. I mean seriously. That holds no intrest for me.

Secondly? My room. Fucking spotless. You could eat off of any surface in it. It's remarkable. I think it's the first time it's actually been clean since I moved INTO the room.

Third, I've been genuinely happy ALL DAY LONG. It's unnerving. I'm so used to be crotchety and pissed off. But just at the beginnning of this period, my English teacher, let's call him Killer Kowalski, decided to try to fucking ruin my day by being a bitch. So I just went you decide to try to fuck with my day, I decide to say fuck you and fuck this class. So now I sit and blog. And just now, like legit seconds ago, this cunt whohelps with the retards comes up and is like you're not supposed to be blogging at school. And there's a class in this lab. I looked her in the fucking eyes and then said, 'if it's not allowed, why isn't it blocked? Did you book this lab for this period? The ACTUAL tteacher for this class is, let's say The Dwarf, isn't it? Let's ask her how much she cares about me being here."

Bitch got put in her fucking place!! And so my happy day continues.... On do-gooders.

O my god though. So I had stolen by friend's headband with a bow on it, 'cuz I thought it was cute and I enjoyed it. So Iwore it for two periods and then gave it back. I'm walking away from English in a dazed kind of state because I'd just WALKED OUT, when I here the Principal say something. Now I didn't really hear it, but I had a feeling it was directed at me. Anyways I just went huh and he repeated himself. He asked, 'where's the bow?" I honestly went daawh. Now my high school like 50 year old principal isn't exactly the kind of attention I wanted the ehad band bringing, but it definitely meant that people noticed.

Everyone Needs An Intense Dance Break

OMG. Intense dance breaks are fuckign awesome. I just had one in the dark, over-heated small computer lab (138). To "Bootylicious". Yes. Bootylicious. It was quite amazing. I can't help it. I'm like Lily Allen's tits. Incredible. :D

FCK Censorship

Okay, so this total cunt, let's call her Ollepuc, ruined my fucking set for my intermission act at Unplugged, an acoutic concert.I'm fucking pissed. However, to circumvent the school's will, I shall eb posting my full routine, uneditted, to Youtube and posting a link to my Facebook.Yay life mother fuckers.
Also! Iturned 17 on Wednesday!! I went to Toronto to shop at the Eaton center and I SAW WICKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES MOTHER FUCKERS!! WICKED!!!! It was so fuicking magical I began to cry. I was mouthing the lyrics and openly sobbing during 'Defying Gravity'
I have a party tomorrow night. And on Saturday I go to getmy tattoo!! A light blue cancer ribbon in support of prostate canacer. Joy life!

Work!! Joy of Mother Fucking Joys.

Working with a huge fucking cunt. Wanting to shoot many, MANY customers. Being around so much fucking disgusting shit for so long. Annoying bitch I work with whose a fuckin' ass-kisser to the fucking cunt. Joy to the mother fuckin' world mother fuckers.
But there are some redeeming features. Workin' with Kim and talking in Black-ccents, hangin' in the back and talking about music and culture and the such with Shelly, Kate and I discussing our mutual hatred for said huge fucking cunt.
Anyways, I'm in drive-thru at the window and the huge fucking cunt says, "no singing in my drive-thru". So what do I do? Obey? Bahahahahaha!! Bull fucking shit! I start righteously belting Melissa Etheridge's "Come to my Window". And all she can do is look at me like I cannot believe you just stood up to me.
School tomorrow. FML X(

Choir!! (y)

Holy shiznit! I was ACTUALLy good at choir today. I actually garnered a compliment from Sarah, from whom I am used to hearing that I suck shit. -_- Anyways, we're doing the song " 'Til the Last Shot's Fired" by Trace Atkins. Yeah. our choir is doing a country song when no one there sings country normally. And of fucking course, we only had five whole members. Yeah. Great fucking choir when there's only five fucking people. So now i'm home, drinking a mocha cappuccino protein drink. Dee-fuckin'-lish! And supposed to be studying for a Hamlet quiz. Oh well. Fuckballs to that.

I'm Fucking Angry

Motherfuckers! Update! While at the mall, my mom tells me I can't fucking go see Wicked at the Canon Theatre in Toronto.... I'll let that sink into your brain meat. The muscial of the fucking decadde, the one I've wanted to see since I knew it existed, and I'm not fucking allowed to go because it's too expensive. Even though i would have payed with my own fucking money. And how fucking hippocritical is this coming from a woman who's spent thousands on fucking scrapbooking shit. Much of which she'll never use. FUCK!
the only fucking reason I haven't gone on a homicidal fucking rampage is because when I got home i did two of the things to calm me. Physical excercise and a couple cigs. Yay nicotine and endorphins!

Hallowe'en!! (Life update)

So holy shit it's been a while. Like a long while. Since I last blogged here, I've reconciled my differences with someone who hated me, fell madly in love with Glee, rediscovered what I can do, become comfortable with who I am, accepted the fact that i'm meant to be single, ran for student council prime minister(shortest campaign in history) and joined the choir. Holy shit, I'm the last person I would have thought to sing Jesus tunes. Speaking of Jesus tunes, Papa can you hear me? is perhaps one of Barbra Streisand's most widely known song and definitely one of my favs. When Lea Michele sang it on Glee, I realized that we may have finally found someone to fills Babs' shoes when it comes to that. Lea is a spectacular singer with just the right emotion, power and vocal range. Holy fuckballs! I just comitted gay blasphemy. Mabejebus! But it's so true and feels so right. aha ;). But I digress, it's been an eventful year and I hope it's not another before I blog again.