8.22.2001
 
Well... auditions didn't go too well.

First off, vocal range. My throat just decided to be like Desert Valley so my voice became quite coarse. What's more, my falsetto didn't kick in so I couldn't sing that last top octave I know I can hit.

Pitch finding was... okay. Like I said, my perfect pitch was a little bit flat. Some of those patterns were VERY hard to sing; involving flats and sharps galore.

The sing-along with Patty (the choir director) was... again mediocre. I did fine in the beginning but thanks to a certain someone who will not be mentioned (*coughMichaelcough*) I learned the wrong ending to the song from last season's choir... which means I royally fucked up this one.

As for my audition song... it went pretty well. My pitch wavered a bit on a few notes and I ended on an extremely sharp note... Blech.

I could tell Patty was NOT impressed at all. Especially with the vocally-taught singer who came before my sis and I. Definetly not a good way to start the new season.

Later, dad was in quite the mood. Meaning, he was more eccentric and more condescending than usual. Mix the sour mood my sis and I had that day and you can feel the sparks of tension. Fuck you, dad. I feel like feeding my fist into your mouth...

Okay, calming down.

Saw The Deep End with the family. Intriguing story, amazing characters and direction. Definetly do NOT agree that it surpasses The Talented Mr. Ripley like my father vehemiantly believes. I'm surprised we went to see it though... then again, I don't think the parent's knew what the story was about completely. 'Course, I read the review in XY and was a bit more enthusiastic about seeing it.

Personally, I would've prefered seeing The Closet but I'm not old enough yet. Shit.

Need to rescheduel the final group outing before school. Stupid people and their other lives. Not to mention I'm not looking forward to the driving and piano lessons to come.

Goddammit. Grandma's home and the household's strings are about to pop.

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