Homosexual Puppets

(I swear I am not implying anything with the above picture...okay well maybe.) So while I should be doing about a million other things right now, things like opening a bank account, getting direct deposit for my job, working out, and finishing up my research project draft, I have decided that the best thing to do right now would be to talk to the abyss that is the internet...my priorities are so amazingly out of whack this close to the end of the year it is driving me nuts. I have been instructed to lay off with the spending of the money and what am I doing? Going to the most amazing musical about internet porn, closeted homosexuals, and how much life sucks when you are a Puppet. Avenue Q is like The Mumpets on crack and I can't wait to go. I have listened to the sound track about a million times and its going to kick some serious butt. At this point my only dilemma would be whether to go tomorrow with a couple of my class/ future floor mates, which means I have to be late for my rondeavou with Shags, Bike, Beans and Stallion. Or to go when Stallion brings The Divas (I am loving on all my little nicknames for everyone, I just thought you all should know that) this weekend.
So this blog was slightly interrupted when my friend Jeeves walked in (there has been about an hour between the first paragraph and the one I am writing now) after he left I realized something quite amazing, all the things I need to do, I can do online! This day, within an hour time span just became so much more productive. Oh the happiness! So this day is going so much better than how is started, I might even clean. Note about myself: I only clean when in very good moods or in horribly distraught ones. I was also thinking about getting the key to the music room and belting some out. There is nothing better than standing in a room with nothing else but a piano and yourself and letting everything that has been going on come out in one big, pure, gust of music. Its like nothing you have ever experienced in your life (unless of course you have experienced it.) Singing, when you are doing it right, is the purest form of expression. You don't need any tools, or utensils, its just you with yourself creating something that you always have and always will. Voice is the only instrument created by God. I love it. It's amazing. So when things get really bad or when things are going really well (funny how I tend to do the same thing in both situations) I sing. I sing if I am walking, I sing if I am sitting, eating, reading, anything. If I can't sing, I think about singing or I hum. It's my comfort and it's my peace.
HHHmmmmmmmm (sighing noise) today is nice.

~The Singing Ginger