Roargargle!~

I'm not sure what to write about. Just have become increasingly aware that the only things in this journal have been hastily composed poems recently. I thought perhaps something concretely about my life like I just sang some jazz at McGillacuddy's last thursday with my combo, and have decided that I love being up there singing like we're five against the world, pushing our music out to reach someone. I want to keep doing it, and so I will.

Or that I just became part of an honest to goodness sorority that we made, which meets only one of my two promised letter goals--I told myself if I ever joined a sorority that it would have theta and phi in it, just because those are my favourites. It's Alpha Theta Pi, which means one of the two is there--and pi's not all that bad. I mean, it does contain every word in the world in it somewhere, you just know where to start and stop it.

WoW is updated. Escape.

O God. I drank too much coffee. I'm having as much trouble hitting the keys as I do when I'm full of alcohol. Perhaps more, because my fingers are jittery instead of slow. Both fast and slow are poor ideas. God. I'll probably drink more when Simon gets back and offers to make coffee for everyone. I'm missing the Easter vigil right now. I love vigils. I'm going to have my own vigil, or I would if I had matches. Maybe I'll go buy a lighter at the crack selling corner store. Yeah.

...I'm tingling. Whee.