irina

ANGST! I want to start a punk rock band and call it Angst. Everyone would love it, and I'd be super-famous. If only I could play an instrument... Well, I play the piano somewhat, but I don't think my vox & a piano could possibly earn the name Angst, no matter what the rest of the band was like. Okay, so forget the band, I'll just have to stick with internet softcore pornstardom.

Ungh, in the meantime, lookie here. Didja spot me? Can you tell how out of place I feel? And it's so didactic and cheesy. But I'm getting paid a reasonable hourly wage to do what I love to do anyway. I can't complain. Or I can, but it'd be silly.

Oh, also, I'm in the choir at my college. It's so funny. I don't really see myself as a choir type of gal. But I'm loving it, it's great. And we're doing this piece called Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff, and this is coincidentally my favorite musical composition of all time. Yes, I am an opera junkie. I admit it. But sssshhhh, please don't tell anyone though, OK? It's a really well kept secret. Or something. ANYWAY. If you're in the area (or not) and have nothing better to do, you should come to the concert. Huzzah for culture!!! And don't worry, it's free, and you don't have to get all fancy-shmancy like. I do though, so you can laugh at me. And then after that we should all go out drinking, so I can soothe my poor vocal cords. I don't even know why I'm writing about this though; the concert is in the last week of April.

Okay, I'm done typing here. Now I need to go listen to Rammstein while I figure out how to ask Iggy to let me be her love slave. In German.