Sing, sing a new song!!

I find it quite funny that this should be the title so my blog as so many things in my life have been changing and starting new. I had all these great ideas from Thurs-Sat night about what I was going to write about in my blog when I had time. I was going to tell you about my desire to be slutty Liz for a day. I was going to write about the book I'm reading called Pomosexuals (which stands for post-modern sexuals.) I was going to tell you about how school has been, and the weather, and stuff. I was just going to write a whole bunch of stuff...but tonight...I don't have the energy. I'm SO tired!! But it was a wonderful day full of lots of music.

I woke up at 7:00 when mom called to tell me she was on her way up to IUP to go to chruch. But I didn't actually get out of bed until like 730/745. Took a shower and was ready just in time! Mom and I walked over to church and I LOVED the songs we were singing this week. mmm mmmm good stuff! Sung at 930 mass and then hung out with mom until Karen (?spelling?), another member of the church choir, came and picked me and Michelle up to go to the concert in Greensburg in which Lynne, our church choir director, was singing. I think most of the audience was more impressed with the IUP Voices of Joy, their songs are very gospelish, and don't get me wrong I loved them, but *falls over* the Diocescan Choir of Greensburg (the choir Lynn is in) I could listen to ALLLL day. This was a fundraiser for their trip to the vatican in January and oh my goodness I wanted to cry! I never fully realized just how much I absolutely positively miss singing in a choir. There's such joy, to me, in harping and harping on a piece of music, and then performing it. And it's not the performance I necessarily like...I would be happy to work on music and NEVER perform it..haha...I just love singing. And I miss it SO much. Singing in Church choir helps, a lot, but it's not the same because we learn the songs on Friday and sing them on the weekend. I especially wanted to cry when they did "set me as a seel" cause our HS choir did that. I wasn't in the one that did, but still it brought back memories and I would LOVE to find a group. Perhaps when I have a car even a diocescan choir, who knows! But I'm getting off on a tangent. Karen brought along her friend Trish, who nicely offered to drive and we wound up at the Old Country Buffet for dinner. By the time we were done and back to campus it was just about time for the 7 o'clock mass. And because Karen and Michelle were going, and because I love the music so much this week, and because I knew there wouldn't be very many at the 7 o'clock because of the alarming number at 930, I sang at that one too. And the last song is in my head. And that's where the title REALLY comes from, it's a line from it. Lynne has been given a truly wonderful gift with that voice of hers and she truly is a wonderful person. I doubt my voice is good enough, but maybe I should muster up the courage to ask to be a cantor...and/or maybe I should take singing lessons. Who knows. But St. Thomas Moore, as we were talking about at the dinner table today, has something. I don't know what it is...maybe it's acceptance and non-judgementalness. BUt I feel so...soo..pent up when I go to any other church. There I reeeeally feel like a perpetrator, but St. Thomas Moore...there's something about it. It is not our job to judge people, it's just not. Nor is is our job to categorize and sterotype people. Maybe that's why I've always admired those who were able to not do that. I'm getting better, but I am a categoriaholic and I judge people far to quickly and on far too trivial things. And I know how it feels to be on the OTHER side of that so I should know better. But like I said..I'm working on it.

And this was supposed to be a short entry about what a wonderfully musically filled day I've had...*laughs*