I think it's so sad that the Hollywood dream of thin as beautiful has caused so many performers to starve themselves. For example, by White Christmas, Vera-Ellen had had an eating disorder so long that she had to wear turtlenecks to cover up the damage from starving herself. She was so beautiful--she didn't need to do that to herself (not that anyone ever should need to; that's not how I meant the statement).
I'm really getting sick of this sore throat. It's not bad--I mean, I can swallow with relative ease, and it's not that scratchy type of raw. Really, it's more like my throat's just been rubbed too much--that kind of raw. It keeps making me cough, and I can barely speak. Gosh darn it, I just want to sing at the top of my lungs! Ah, well. That's actually why I decided not to become a vocal performance major in college, like I'd always intended to--I get hoarse too often.
I'm finishing up the Christmas decor. I traded out the autumn potpourri (pumpkin spice) for the red Christmas selection (apple cinnamon). After I drop by Pier1 tomorrow after church, I'll be set.
Ooh, I checked one more thing off my to-do list this evening: I finished posting my six assignments for the portfolio in my teaching practicum class. I'm hoping to get my Tuesday homework finished early tomorrow so I can get an edge on my Jane Austen term paper (I have an oral presentation for it; otherwise, I'd jump into the Shakespeare one first). I'm boring you, aren't I? Sorry.
I need cough meds... but I think I'll wait until about 10 minutes before I go to bed. It usually knocks me out quite effectively.
Argh... they just cut out another scene! Oh, and now I'm hungry again... thanks "sleepless sequence."
I ordered books today... a grand total of $200. It's lovely. Plus, I get to pay two months' rent this week, since I'll be out of the state for three weeks around the first of January. Here's hoping my parents and I can find a small, inexpensive place in a safe part of town this spring. I'm not fond of dishing out 2/3 of my monthly income to pay rent.
Aw, dear old General Waverly! Grrr... more commercials.
Well, that's all the coherent (ha!) thought I possess for tonight, so I'm out. Have a stress-free week, everyone!