How surreal.

At the moment, a holiday musical special featuring choirs, bands, and orchestras from around the district is playing on PBS... and I was watching Palo Verde's top choir perform.

That means I got to see how old friends look like now. Namely, Andy looking very good, Kyle looking... better than out Starlite show choir days, Francesca looking as happy as ever, Corey looking practically unrecognizable except for his bright-red hair... and several people that I tried to name but couldn't remember completely.

Makes me nostalgic for the old summer school gang. Too bad that many of us have drifted off so far away; I barely have ties with the former Starlite people (only solid one being, tentatively, Sarah ever since Andy shut down his blog), not to mention the other people who've graduated already from summerschool years one and two.

Like: Eric our swedish penis boy, John and his crazy antics, Adam (even though he turned into a complete slut at ATech), Mark with a hole in his head the size of... that one crater in Arizona... thanks to all the E he did, Katherine who introduced me to the wonderful world of hardcore rock, Maddi who taught me how to aim for people's faces in volleyball, etc.

Big hugs go to all you guys that I never manage to contact anymore. Yeah, I know I sound extra femme at the moment.

It's the holiday season. You're allowed to get gushy every once in a while.

Sarah, we need to hang out.

Christy, there's a kick-ass concert in Feb. (well, almost kick ass if you ignore the fact that Simple Plan is headlining... but dude: Billy Talent, MxPx, and Sugarcult) that we need to go to.

McBride, you need to get me out of the house this New Year's Eve.

... okay, nostalgia trip over. There's a horrible middle school (KO) that's singing at the moment. And by horrible I mean DEAR-GOD-RIP-OUT-THEIR-VOCAL-CHORDS, PLEASE-SPARE-US-OH-LORDY horrible.
Right. Time to get ready for mass.

Yeah, me going to mass. Haven't been to the past two practices (thanks to overwhelming circumstances) and yet I still want to sing. What can I say, the teen choir rocks.

. . .

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to major in choir instead... perhaps bonding with more "normal" people.

But then I realize that my friends right now are as good as any other type of friends I can ever have. They're my friends for a reason.

Yeah, lost all coherent thought. I'll stop now. Really.