Oh, if I could be a dandelion!

::spins in circles, giggling::

I'm in an awfully silly mood today, and I don't know why. It's probably because I get to go to Winter Park and have coffee and sit and not think about troubles or people being mean and school and stresses and music and being an (un)famous opera singer. That's right. I've decided that that's what I want to be. I don't want to be known, I don't want to be famous... I just want to be able to sing roles. I think that I have a wonderful chance of not being famous, (hee!) although I don't know if I'll actually be able to sing the roles that I want. Hopefully, but there are so many good singers in the world... and I'm not even one of them. At least not yet.

I'm reading Dracula right now, and I've just gotten to the part where Lucy is falling ill. I feel so badly for her! The poor thing. It's awful, because I know how it ends and I don't want it to happen. Maybe I'll put the book in a corner and not finish it. It's a shame that it's required reading...