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21st September 2007

11:19pm: Life in holding pattern
I'm severely envious of Florence, who goes to Dartington this Sunday.

I've told Mum about the singing lessons for the first time. Or rather, she made me, for she had noticed a distinct difference in how I sounded when singing in the car. (Yes, sadly Mum drives short distances and I end up going with her, for journeys such as going to Morereasons to buy overpackaged food that won't get eaten.) She's happy for me, and wishes I'd been open in the first place; I now intend to. I'm still a tad nervous of letting her know most things in my life (the only things she doesn't want to know, it seems, are specific details of things she doesn't know or care much about, such as the game show fandom), not least because I know she is manipulative. Remember, she shoved information on distance learning into my face right after Brenda's game, which she knew was a cracker because I told her to watch Act III...

On vocal pigeonholing: my cousin Dan produced a great statement that I expect to use more often. 'It [the voice] is an analogue device. Trying to quantise it is silly.' By definition, vocal pigeonholing quantises the voice in some form.

Gizensha of the Commentariat has suggested I consider living in Southampton throughout the year, renting private accommodation in the local area. It may be worth considering.

Nine days to go...
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