Finding My Soul

The last couple of days I've been a complete lazy bum. It brings a new meaning to the word Sloth. I did stop taking naps in the middle of the day. I just need to get my ass out of the house and exercise. My clothes are getting tight on me again and that's not good. I did finally file my taxes on TurboTax.com so that's taken care of. I was planning to go to the gym this morning, but that didn't pan out. I woke up with this huge headache that came out of nowhere. After taking some aspirin, I have been surfing the web browsing through books on learning how to speak Tagalog for when I go to the Philippines in May. I started thinking about choral music and started to browse the net for an all male acapella group called Cantus. They are pretty awesome. I was listening to some of the samples of their music and I started becoming nostalgic of how much I miss music.

I went to choir practice Wednesday and I started to feel like a diva. Not that I meant to, but there was just this certain behavior that I always do when I'm in a choral rehearsal setting. It's so annoying that all the people were talking in the background while rehearsing. Supposedly there are four men in the choir and I'm the latest addition. There is an older guy who looks Filipino who always comes in and sings the soprano part. Not only that, he sings off key. It totally sucks because he totally throws me off and he sits to the left of me which happens to be my good ear. This other guy, who is actually a kid from either high school or college sat to my right side. I think his name is Matt, I can't quite remember. Anyway, he is tone deaf, poor guy. He's a nice guy though. At one point, he asked me which staff we were singing. I helped him by pointing out the bass clef staff. After rehearsal, Angelo told me that this was the first choir that he has conducted that doesn't have much musical training. Question is..... how can we sing four part harmony with 80% Sopranos, 10% Altos, 10% Men? That's definitely a good question.

Right now I'm listening to the Glee soundtrack. There is some really cool music that I like. One of my favorite songs that I keep thinking about is True Colors that they did a version for from Cyndi Lauper. I guess that's my current song for the moment. I wonder what that says about me? There is another song that I really like called Taking Chances. I'm not sure who originally sang it, but I feel that song as well. I wish I knew the words to it so that I can sing along to it better. Which reminds me, I finally got the CD player working in my car and I was able to listen to the songs that I burned onto a CD from Glee. I don't know why it didn't work when Will and I went to Stockton to attend Tina's Passion Party.

I've also been browsing the Barnes and Noble website for cookbooks. Cooking has been something that I've been really into lately ever since I watched Julie & Julia at Dani's house. I want to get an apron and a cookbook since I've been cooking at home staying away from fast food (well for the most part.) Anyway, I saw a cookbook from Rocco Dispirito. He's kind of cute in an off beat way. I had no idea that he was in Dancing with the Stars. Then again, I don't watch cable television since I have all my TV Sitcom DVDs to watch. God, I really need to get a better hobby. Anyway, I really want to start cooking more with vegetables. I just got to find a cookbook with dishes that include vegetables that I would like. That reminds me, I need to send an email to my Aunt Linda. A couple years ago she made some empandas that were so awesome I can't stop thinking about them. I definitely want to make those in the future. I would like to invite some friends over and do a Filipino dinner as a multi-course meal. I think that would be so awesome. It would be Filipino food for the most part, but with a little Americanized twist.

Well, I don't know what else to say now. So I guess I'm done for now. I'll put up a picture of Rocco Dispirito just in case you are like me and have no idea who is who and what is going on in the world. Until next time.