Still haven't decided about my hair... hm... The dying of my hair from blonde to brown four years ago was kind of ritualistic, as it aided in a huge life change. So I feel like the dying-back needs to be ritualistic as well. It's hard when I've put that kind of pressure on a dye job.
I've had a long day. I think I learned how to sing today. Recently I've been surrounding myself with Youtube videos of Edita Gruberova and I think somehow something clicked. Yesterday I went to the practice room and sang for two hours, and today I did the same. And I sounded like a different person. So I got home at 7:30 and was exhausted. I'm making curry and just opened a bottle of Charles Shaw chardonnay, and nothing seems like a better reward.
It seems like the secret to singing is confidence, inspiration, and a clear idea of what you want to sound like. God, I've been having so much trouble singing lately. And I think it's because I've had strange ideas of what I need to sound like. And when I heard Gruberova I heard the voice I wanted to sound like, and had the potential of sounding like (uh, I by no means think I'll ever be able to sing Zerbineta or even sing as high, but I'm talking about her general sound...). And as soon as I had a new sound ideal in my head, everything about my singing changed. And how long has it been since I've spent two hours in the practice room two days in a row?
By the way, some day I'll post about my fab New York trip with Kyle. But now I'm too uninspired :)
Lord knows why I'm sick all the time... ugh. It's pretty ridiculous. This semester I had a brief cold to jump start February, then I got extreme food poisoning on Valentine's, and now I have the cold virus of death. Sunday I threw a Pro Arte Potluck (otherwise known as "No Drama" Potluck, because drama wasn't allowed!), and by the end of it I had completely lost my voice and felt like death. Ah well, it was a success. But Monday I woke up with an over-the-top fever that lasted the entire day, and it's kind of morphed from sore throat to fever to sore throat to runny nose to sore throat to horrendous dry cough... it's been absolutely ridiculous. So I'm sitting at my computer with my nose as red as a rudolph (that's the oldest comparison in the book).
Oh well, that's a shot of the Pro Arte Potluck, with absolutely no drama. And plenty of sweaty, sweaty drunkenness on a school night.
Speaking of Pro Arte (and drama), there is drama with me and the choral department, and none of it is my fault. It's a long story, but the basic jist is that one choir wants me in their concert, and so does Pro Arte, but they both rehearse at the same time, so I was snatched from Pro Arte and put in the EMI choir and now there's drama. You know, I just want to sing and I don't want to make people angry. I just want the whole world to be a No Drama Potluck.
Ah, everything at IU is drama. Choir, my singing, my PERSONAL LIFE, money, my health... oh God I could just go on and on. But I won't.
Because I'm going to visit Kyle in New York tomorrow! Yes, after a full week of HARDCORE stressing due to choir drama and its schedule conflicts with my trip planning, and after + $300 in fees to change a plane ticket for a later time in the day, and hours of hotel searching over the phone with Kyle, not to mention lots of time spent crying in my bedroom because my life is too stressful, I will FINALLY be spending the weekend with Kyle away from Bloomington, spending money I certainly don't have in the big city, eating cupcakes and watching Natalie Dessay. I guess that's the life. But what I neglected to consider was that Sunday is Daylight Savings... and my flight out of Newark is at 6:50 in the morning...