:: Purposeful Death Overhead ::

my father is sadistic.

So i've been coughing/sneezing/ and unable to speak for the last week (thank you Jen Katz) , but haven't gone to the doctor yet.
Everyone has told me, Alina go to the doctor, you're sick.
My cousin, a doctor, has told me to go to the doctor because I'm sick.
I have auditions this week. I can't sing because I'm sick.

Today I ask my dad to go to the doctor in the near future.
He basically calls me a wuss for "wasting money" to go to a doctor.
I don't need antibiotics apparently, i need to drink hot tea, hot milk, do weird yoga, and gurgle some kind of seltzer water?

These are the concoctions that my grandmother, my mom, and my dad have come up with.
Oy Vey.
(speaking of which, happy passover)

On another randomly fun moment, I'm going to prom with a really hot date. Oh ya baby! We're going shopping together. Let's just say she'll be wearing the pants in this relationship. And the cumberbund. Since we both stole our nun crosses, an idea of ours was to dress up as a nun and her awesomely hot priest.

:: Alina 11:32 PM

So....can anyone guess how I'm spending my summer?






Me neither.

:: Alina 11:54 PM

So recently (within the last few days) I've really been bitched out at...shall we say....two nun T's). As sopranos I realize we're all territorial, and all want the high note. Its funny, i realize this sounds like a completely awful and pointless thing to be arguing about, but if you're a soprano, you know exactly what I mean. Anyway, the two T's come up to me and tell there are too many people on ze high notes. I tell them, politely of course, that thank you, I realize that, and I am one of those people. They didn't understand this at first, but then promply began asking "sweetly" that I not sing those notes as there are too many singers....blah, blah, etc. I "sweetly" anwser that if they don't want three people on the high part, one of them can step down. Apparently that proposal was not greeted with enthousiasm.

It's quite simple desire really - the high notes are ooh'd and aahh'd at, and they have more of a part than I do. Lend me a moment of sunshine. Or possibly candlelight in our case.

Those two go to none other than Saul, by whom im soon confronted. He gives some stuff about how they were chosen by Saladega (.....no....) . Whatever. No point in arguing. From what i've learned: listen, nod, and then do whatever the hell you want. :)

:: Alina 12:58 AM

Come see RM Black Masker's "Sound of Music"!
Apr. 8, 9, 15, 16 @ 7:30
Apr. 14 @ 2:30


[She]
You dear attractive dewy-eyed idealist,Today you have to learn to be a realist.

[He]
You may be bent on doing deed of daring due,But up against a shark, what can a herring do?

[She]
Be wise, compromise.

[He]
Compromise, and be wise!

[She]
Let them think you're on their side, be noncommittal.

[He]
I will not bow my head to the men I despise!

[Other He]
You won't have to bow your head to stoop a little.

[She]
Why not learn to put your faith and your reliance,On an obvious and simple fact of science?

Refrain
[She]A crazy planet full of crazy people,Is somersaulting all around the sky.
And everytime it turns another somersault,
Another day goes by.
And there's no way to stop it,
No, there's no way to stop it.
No, you can't stop it even if you tried.So, I'm not going to worry,
No, I'm not going to worry,Everytime I see another day go by.

[He]
While somersaulting at a cockeyed angle,
We make a cockeyed circle 'round the sun.
And when we circle back to where we started from,
Another year has run.

[Both]
And there's no way to stop it,
No, there's no way to stop it,
If the earth wants to roll around the sun.You're a fool if you worry.You're a fool if you worry,Over anything but little number one.

[He]
That's you!

[She]
That's I!

[He]And I!

[Other He]
And me!

[He]
That all absorbing character.

[She]
That fastinating creature.

[Other He]
That super special feature,

[All]
Me!

[He]
So every star on every whirling planet,
And every constellation in the sky,
Revolves around the center of the universe,
That lovely thing called, I.

[All]
And there's no way to stop it.
No, there's no way to stop it,
And I know, though I cannot tell you why (sigh).
Just as long as I'm living,Just as long as I'm living,
There'll be nothing else as wonderful as I.
I! I! I! Nothing else as wonderful as I!

:: Alina 12:49 AM

:: Alina 12:02 AM

another post, what the hell.

( This story is about Love, the woman I Loved is dead. )

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learnIs just to Love and be Loved in return"

:: Alina 12:02 AM

This entry is especially for David Taylor who claims to be computer illiterate and not know anything about blogs. Don't worry, neither do I.

As you can see, this awesome blog features random provoking thoughts on life, most of which Alina wrote during the wee hours of friday nights (because as you can tell, she has no resemblance to a social life.)

To all you fans out there who anxiously awaited my acceptance into Johns Hopkins, I sadly inform you that the undergraduate dept. stated I was overqualified for their university, and thus did not wish to impede by bright future by adding me to their acceptance list.

p.s. (lets pretend this is a letter for my sake) I hate bethesda drivers, I hate bethesda prices, and lack of parking.

:: Alina 11:41 PM