The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

So I fully intend to put up the rest of tour here very soon. But sadly the end of the school year rush has begun and I'm finding it very hard to get motivated. people are graduating and teachers are cramming and to be honest I kind of want to tie some balloons to my house and escape. Imagine all the helium! I'd be a super soprano for a month! :) any way just thought I'd give you a heads up and make every one feel a little happier because who wouldn't want a cloud of balloons tied to their house. if every one brings a balloon we might just be able to escape! peace out everyone !!

39 nine teen girls, 16 hours, and a very uncomfortable bus = complete and total chaos!!!!! I have officially returned from tour ( I actually came back on Tuesday but I I needed some turn around time before I was willing to admit that I am really all here) My beautiful and angelic choir known as the Belcantos took a four day trip down to LA to participate in the festival of gold ( an invitation only choir competition) and to get to share the beautiful music we had been perfecting all year with new people. So at the decidedly late hour of 10pm Thursday night all 46 of us ( chaperone's, director, and pianist included) we piled on a large red bus and began a very memorable trip. Now the first thing we need to realize is that sleep is impossible when you are surrounded by friends in the first place, but when the Director stands and tells us all that ,it's lights out or he'll put our lights out, most of us tend to obey. Now I pride myself in being able to sleep better in a movi...

This is a piece of writing I turned into our school literature book. It's a memoir of my experiences at the real Lake View Park. The setting of the rainy day isn't real but it gave the piece the feel I wanted. Enjoy. The rain tickles through the leaves of the tree tapping my umbrella with unsure fingers. My rain coat squeaks as I move. The smell of the wet leaves and dirt bring back so many memories of playing in puddles and running in the mud. The vacant playset sways in the breeze. The paint chipped merry go round and swings beckon to be played on. The ducks playing in the canal just over the small hill, can be heard splashing and swimming in the spring shower. I am alone, my blue Grand-am the only car in the lot. I run my hand over the wet bark of the huge birch I stand under. Even now I still can’t put my arms all the way around its’ large trunk. “It’s been too long.” I murmur to myself as I trace the rough patterns of the bark. I watch the water pool on the leaf strewn asp...

I roll over and glance at the glowing green numbers on my clock across the room. 6:35 am I moan, roll over, and dedicate my self to ,at the very least, ten more minutes of sleep before I venture out into life again. I tuck my icy toes up closer where the blanket is warmer and try to suppress the dread of facing a day trapped behind the cement walls of the prison, misnamed as school, that I voluntarily go to everyday ( granted some days I go only by being held at gun point). I slip into the darkness of a wakeful sleep dreaming briefly of unfinished home work and ridiculous teachers. 6:45... ( growl) I stretched and stare at my ceiling blinking, slowly, very slowly, winning the fight against my heavy eyelids. Things that need to be done chasing themselves in dizzying circles. I work to stuff them down in a drawer of my mind so that I can think strait. Outside my blanket the air is chilly. I hunker under again saying I'll only stay in here for a minute, just until my toes are warm. My...

I used to always want to be a princess when I was younger, I just knew I was going to marry some handsom charming prince with a white horse and dashing smile and I was going to make the right chioce the first time and never have to have my heart broken. but "once upon a time" I realized I didn't want to be that fluffy princess that had to be saved all the time. I learned to fight my own dragons and learned to make the chioces that needed to be made.which in a way has been my down fall, it's made me proud and head strong and stubborn. And I'm still learning to rein myself in. I guess that pride and confidence of doing things my self has made me intimidating to some people. instead of that smiling inocent princess that does what she's told I've become a towering headstrong empriss with no patience for silly people. It's not right and I'm ashamed of that pride. I want to have that patience and kindness and I try to be soft spoken , but I still cant st...

I recently read a new trilogy and I strongly recommend it to all those readers out there who enjoy Pride and Prejudice or any of Jane Austen's works. Everyone would love to know what the alleged Mr.Darcy is really thinking. Handsome, tall, proud, but quiet and cool enough to drive anyone nuts with the thought of what really is going on behind the well composed features of his solum face. These amazingly well written books bring to light the thoughts and actions of the mysterious Lord of Pemberly and Darbeshire. What brings him to propose to a woman he's come in contact with only a few times and how does he handle her abrupt and chilly refusal. Pamela Aidan has written incredibly well what few others have attempted. They are absolutely some of my most favorite books that I have read. An Assembly Such as This, Duty and Desire, and These Three Remain are captivating and will be as easy read for any romantic. There have been several attempts to capture exactly who Mister Darcy i...

a book a swing a blanket a tree the sun The dew soaks through my jeans as I sit cross legged on the still damp ground, hopelessly buried in my newest novel. The spring breeze plays with my hair and sends chills down my back. My quilt lays under the swing still folded, the intriguing story having engulfed my attention before I could get properly settled. I turn yet another page and shift my stiff legs out from under me. unconsciously I slip off my shoes and lay back in the grass. A rustling disturbs my thoughts and the the sound of panting proceeds the appearance of a wet pink tongue and dog breath. H aving been thoroughly distracted from my book I reach up and ruffle the monsters ears and wipe the slobber from my face. Rising to one elbow I survey my solitude and find joy in the smell of the afternoon air and the twitter of the newly returned birds. With a humph the animal flops down beside me and continues to grin and pant. I lay against her warm side knowing I'll h...