has steamed broccoli ever made you cry?

(the following note is unrelated to the overall topic of this post):
things that make me homesick:
*cats that I can't pet (i.e. all of them)
*dogs that I can't pet (i.e. all of them)
*silvery-blue Honda Civics
*steamed broccoli.
seriously.
kinda funny though, no?


(OK, here's the real post now)

I vocalised to D below middle C, and then to C 2 octaves above middle C today. Granted, it didn't sound terribly pretty, but for Bob's sake I HIT HIGH C!!! This is a Big Deal, because even though I'm apparently supposed to be a Soprano, I have so many psychological blocks (not to mention having thought I was a mezzo and only using a mezzo range for the last 6 years) that I can't sing Soprano notes. High C, in my mind, is the elusive definition of Sopranoage.

Not that I want to be a Sop...there are too damn many of them, and the stereotypes abond (Sopranos are equated with blondes...being both, I must be intellectually fucked...)


It's cool the day after it's been raining...all the leaves that had been reduced to a slimy plaster on the ground are fluffing up in the breeze, little skeletons flying everywhere. The leaves are constantly moving and swirling around - I think the air here moves faster, or more.


That's all. I've gotta go wash dishes now.

*whee* (I had 3 cups of coffee this morning!)