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Saturday, March 5, 2011

Hold My Heart

Does anybody know how to hold my heart?

Love that song. Sara Bareilles. Once again. :P
So. Today was pretty much a freaking. Amazing day. Okay so I have this weird thing with my screensavers on my phone. It's super wierd, so don't make fun of me later for it. I can be a bit superstitious sometimes. (which is wierd cuz I'm super religious too...) So when I change my wallpaper on my phone and have a good day, I'm always afraid to change it, because I think it'll make my life suck. But my wallpaper was changed countless times today, and it did not change how my day went. Freaking beastly. I had solo and ensemble contest. SUUUPER FUN:D I'm in a mixed double quartet, a women's sextet, and I had a solo. All 3 of them got ones which is the highest score possible...and I'm going to state. I'm most proud of our Women's ensemble cuz I didn't think we'd do well. But I'm also waay proud of our mixed ensemble cuz we're all friends and its always really fun when we're together. We're pretty much a singing party. The beastliest party in the entire universe.
I just figured out I'm using BEASTLY a lot today.
 So guess what...?
The word of the day is beastly. Because my day was extremely beastly in every beastly possible way that beastly things can be beastly. Speaking of beastly (Yes, I am going to italisize that word for the rest of the blog) I really wanna go see that movie. It sounds super good. I wanna see a lotta movies. But I don't have money and/or anyone to go with:/ But whatever. I'll go see it by myself and bring some stuffed animals...yeah. :P haa. It's a date! I hope tomorrow is as good as today was. I just...ahh:) GOOD FRIGGIN DAY. I love hanging out with my choir friends. And my friends *ehem. JAKE* ran all over the school with my purse and phone and made me chase them...up and down flights of steps. BOY, am I out of shape. and I don't enjoy my phone being placed into a guy's pants. That's just awkward. Extremely awkward. Just sayin'.
So...HAAA. I dunno what to talk about. I'm babysitting. Although...*don't tell anyone* I'm not really paying attention right now...they're in the living room watching TV. Okay. I'm totally paying attention. I am. I really hope i can end up falling asleep tonight. I can't take a shower until my mom gets home and my friend Eva is coming over tomorrow morning at 7 AM to curl my hair for show choir. She does a really good job, but my hair is so extremely stubborn, that it takes 2. HOURS to curl my hair. INTENSE. Tomorrow is Spring Sing. It's like...a dinner theatre type thing. we serve the audience food and all the choirs and show choirs perform. which means i gotta have 2 costumes. Well technically 3 because show choir has 2. We're singing some super cheesy Surfin' USA Medley. There's some girl/guy song. and Imma be all. alone. What a loser, I am. :P ehh, It's okay. I'll make an imaginary guy...my imaginary boyfriend will be there to stare at me awkwardly and sway back and forth. HA. I'll probably end up with one of my friends. who are girls. lol. I'm more excited to perform for Show Choir. I love show choir. Ahh. :) Tomorrow will be a good day...Please Dear God..help tomorrow to be a good day.
Okay so I have this instinct. I love itt. I HAVE to pray before anything big I do. and I haven't gone one night without praying in like...FOREVER. Sometimes its just a simple prayer, but I've started talking to God more. It's nice to know there's always someone there to listen. And really listen. So today I prayed before my solo, because I was WAY nervous and a million people kept slowly trickling into that little room (I think I might write a short story on my other blog after this:P I'm in the mood. Trickling. that's a vivid verb right there. and it makes me think of peeing. okay. off track. HA.) that I was FREAKIN OUT. And Amanda and Kimmie (my frannns) walked in and I just randomly started praying and Amanda looked at me like...of course you pray. ha:) Alright. Imma go write somethinn. It's gonna end up sucking. :P

Love yaa:)

-Kiera

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