I can't control (Will I lose my dignity?) my destinyyyy-yyy-euh

WOW. So you know how people think musicals are so unrealistic? Obviously nobody looks around knowingly and suddenly bursts into a profound song with lyrics about their current situation in life. Obviously nobody around them also knows the words and harmonies. Obviously nobody invents pretty descants and nobody slowly starts to hold hands with those around them, and obviously not everyone can sing.

Regardless, my ultimate dream has always been to live in a musical. And for about twenty minutes just now, I did.

We had auditions in my show choir today of small acapella groups (Except for the showoffs with the electric guitar! So not fair.) to perform famous TV theme songs in the middle of our big pops concert. My group did the theme to Nickelodeon's All That, swaying like morons and trying to inflect our voices to sound like we don't live in rural-suburban Ohio. The other two choirs have about six times as many singers as mine, so our director allotted the entire class period for auditioning, and we got done in fifteen minutes. Afterwards we sat around for a bit and the studious did their homework while the rest of us quoted Hannah Montana. We were all in our separate corners of the room, doing our separate corners of the room things, when one kid sat down at the piano and struck a chord.

I swear, it was hilarious-- exactly like High School Musical, everyone slowly turns their heads, and although in reality we were under unchanging florescent lights, I swear I felt the atmosphere dim. Yes. All of us-- my whole, entire choir-- spontaneously broke into "Seasons of Love." We sang it all the way through flawlessly, not a lyric missed, not a part unheard. I sang tenor at one point because it was underrepresented, but the gap was immediately filled in and I moved up. My friend Dina took the female solo and rocked that bitch, and I sang for Collins. It was ridiculous.

Oh, and if you think that's the whole story? No, um, as soon as it finished, our director sat down and sequed into Rent's "Finale B," which we've actually been rehearsing, but we somehow ended up wordlessly giving each other solos and taking the other parts. A couple of us did Roger's half of "Another Day" in the middle, which, like, has never been done in the show or recording, but just felt right.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I realize Rent isn't the most important thing in most people's lives, but it's so hugely responsible for raising me and teaching me about music and and and. I shall now proceed to less musical topics for the rest of you.

Tonight is the overnight training session for Royal Family Kids' Camp, a camp for children in the foster care system, at which I work every summer. RFKC is arguably the most valuable week of my year. It changes me so thoroughly every single time. I hardly ever cry-- and I mean, like, EVER-- and camp can make me bawl at the snap of a finger if I think about it enough. Buuuuuuut I've been through training a million times, and this really, really creepy/illiterate English teacher from my school is volunteering this year, so I'm basically about to have a slumber party with him. I'm not really looking forward to tonight. Bah, humbug.

In youtubely news, I posted a video on fiveawesomegirls yesterday and was really pleased by how many viewers are fans of "Le Petit Prince," and by how many of them have read it in French. It was rather difficult for me to read at some points my junior year, but yeah, I'm definitely glad I had the experience in its original language. Also, I have a new annoyance video written for yooooou guuuuys. :)

The other day I found a poem I wrote that I don't hate. I started cutting letters out of magazines to make it into a useless pretty collage thing yesterday, and wondered if you would hate me if I made it into a video? It would probably be about thirty seconds, which you'd be willing to forgive, but I'm worried it's too emo for hayleyghoover. Maybe I'll make it and post it on this blog exclusively, and if you like it, I'll put it on ze tubez. Speaking of ze tubez:

Sexy: Old, beat up cars in more than one piece, that are probably older than you are. They have character, and they show that you're not a snob and that you work for things.
Unsexy: Wifebeaters on the beach. Both wearing a wifebeater on the beach, and being a wife-beater... on a beach.

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