Because I never really use this crusty old thing

Guys I am so cool and fashionable I have a tumblr now.
The rest of you guys should get accounts and we can follow each other and it will be great.

Here's a link.
Rein's Fashionable Tumblr

In other news I am turning 18 in about a month. Pretty cool. Also drama.
Drama that I don't want to get into.
But it's clearing itself up pretty nicely and things should be relatively normal again soon.

Also Prom photo's? I might have one or two on here or the tumblr pretty soon. Just sayin.

Again, if you want more of me follow my tumblr.

Peace,

Rein

OOC: This a vent no one will see

I am so sick of not being good enough. I am so tired that every time I think I've done enough, there was something I forgot, something I should have done. I hate being told I should've done this when it's already too late and being expected to fix it. I hate crying. I hate knowing that crying won't solve anything. I hate feeling like I have to hide the tears. I hate that I can't talk to anyone without them pointing the blame on someone else. It's my fault. I hate that I can't make the right choices. I hate that I want to be good enough because it sounds selfish. I hate being selfish. I hate when I'm told to make a choice but really they just are trying to make me do what they want. I hate wanting to hurt myself. I hate crying harder because I can't. I hate that I have promises to keep. I hate being put in positions where I have to make authoritative decisions. I hate feeling like a failure when I didn't live up to expectations. I hate when I don't live up to expectations. I hate when I work hard and I don't get any results. I hate when my parents talk about me like I'm not there and I can hear them. I hate crying. I hate that I can't get off without feeling immense guilt. I hate that I cry when I masturbate. I hate that I feel attraction to someone that can't reciprocate that feeling. I hate being alone. I hate crying. I hate how my eyes hurt after crying. I hate that I can't have a discussion with anyone without revolving it around to myself. I hate that I make other people worry about me. I hate crying. I hate that I can't form good opinions. I hate that I've made bad choices. I hate that I can't move on from the past. I hate how my parents act like I'm not there when I tell them I have work to do. I hate that they don't listen to me about my feelings. I hate that I can't talk about my feelings without feeling guilty. I hate that I can't listen to Mr. Brightside without people being angry with me. I hate that I can't lose weight. I hate trying to lose weight. I hate not being enough.
I hate crying.

Dead

No not really.
Obviously if I was dead I couldn't write a new blog post.
Ferona and I hung out earlier, but some weird illness came over me. Crazy nauseous but my stomach was empty, really bad headache and dizziness. I couldn't fall asleep completely because I was afraid of turning to stone. I literally laid in bed from when he left until about 8 pm. I got up just to shower and I ate some crackers for dinner.

Still feeling tired and light-headed, but the nausea has backed off and the room stopped spinning.

In other news, my cat was attacked by one of the other two. Poor baby's got a big gash by her eye. I am so mad at whoever did it. Cat curled up next to me while I tried to rest. She's old and sweet and deserves better.

What is it with kits today and disrespecting their elders? Completely uncalled for.

Gonna get something to drink and then go to bed. Need to get some sleep

The Enchanted Island: A Review of Sorts

So, today I got to see this fabulous premiere of the Metropolitan Opera's The Enchanted Island.

Here are my personal opinions.

All the music was gorgeous. There hasn't been an opera I've been to yet that wasn't from a MET Live in HD performance, but still, I loved the unique blend of Vivaldi and Handel, and the general Baroque style of the music. It's uplifting, even when the songs are sad. Strangely, I was surprised this opera was in English. (It's also the first opera I've seen in English.)

My favorite character of course had to be Ariel, played by Danielle de Niese.

That's her ^^. She had the best costumes. Ariel was awesome. Her voice was amazing coloratura too~.

I also loved her "free" costume. (Ariel is a spirit, forced to be a slave to Prospero) BTWs, ARIEL IS A DUDE. 

Best. Costumes.

Moving on, I also loved Placido Domingo as Neptune. He was flawless as usual. He got applause before he even started singing. Perhaps this is why. *queue entrance scene*

Gorgeous sets in general for this opera. In his entrance, there were mermaids suspended in the air around him, and the whole stage looked like it was underwater. I loved the mix between traditional painted sets mixed with technology from projections, but it was incredibly vivid.

Another great performance by Joyce DiDonato, playing Sycorax. Her arias were phenomenal. 

So many bird-like costumes~ I thought her transformation throughout the opera was impressive. Her first appearance depicts her as an old hag, but she becomes strikingly beautiful by the end of the opera.

(The final scene, Sycorax forgives Prospero for her years of heartache as Neptune overlooks)

In general, amazing opera. For the plot, which is a mix between Tempest and A Midsummer Nights Dream, it flows surprisingly well, and the way everything comes together makes for one long and beautiful work of art~

NEXT TIME ON REIN'S OPERA BLOG~  Götterdämmerung

The Forth and Final Part of Wagner's Ring Cycle~ *isincrediblyexicted*

Finals

2 down 2 to go.

In other news, going to the opera on Saturday.

Ferona was hanging out with Marina for some reason.


I hung out with an old friend. Teas nice.

I really suck at this blogging thing.

Someday I'll have something cool to talk about.

Ferona is mean

Totally just abandoned me on the couch.

He's not romantic like me

Welp.

A Video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkOcm_XaWrw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Not sure if this will work but here.

It's really funny.
Because yes, I can be funny