Lynda ate seven cupcakes today.

I already updated my facebook status once today, so I thought I'd share this second status update with y'all.

It's been a long day. Full of cupcakes and rehearsal and work.

And my throat is sore.

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Just got back from rehearsal. Well, I've actually been home for a bit. I'm waiting for my cupcakes to cool, so I can ice then and go to sleep. That may be tricky, though, because although I am tired, I am also wired, so sleep may not come to me tonight for a while. This happened last year, too. Whenever I close my eyes, all I see is the show, and I keep hearing the show in my head.

It's times like these that meditation would be helpful.

PS - the cupcakes are for a coworker.

PPS - I didn't watch Anne 4. And I don't regret it.

Anne of Green Gables, never change. I LIKE YOU JUST THIS WAY.

So this Sunday, CTV is airing Kevin Sullivan's Anne prequel.

I am wary. Very wary.

You all know of my deep, all-consuming love for Anne of Green Gables - The Musical (TM). I think the books are fantastic. I also feel very favourably towards the tv productions of Anne 1 and Anne 2.

Well, actually, Anne 2 was a little messed up because Mr. Sullivan decided to combine three books into one miniseries and got a little creative with the details of his storytelling. But still, Anne and Gilbert ended up together at the end, and all was well.

And then there was Anne 3.

Anne 3. The Abomination. The tale of Anne Shirley - super spy. The war movie that happened to have Megan Follows in it. Oh yeah, and her character's name was Anne. It was so far removed from the novels that I was seriously disturbed. It didn't even fit with the continuity of Mr. Sullivan's Avonlea "universe". Ugh. I watched it once, and I never need to see it again.

So naturally, I am very reluctant to watch this Sunday's movie. I read the plot outline. Apparently Mr. Sullivan fancies himself the Anne expert, and has created a backstory for her. Oh, and get this - the movie also has an older Anne in it. She's a successful middle-aged playwright.

Excuse my language, but WTF?

Who does this man think he is? How can take a series of beloved novels and say, "Hey, those are great, but you know what? We're going to take this character in a different direction". I'm sure there would be a global uprising if some director/producer/writer decided that Harry Potter should forsake the wizard world and live as a Muggle. How is this any different?

I'm not sure if I'm even going to watch on Sunday. I don't think I can. I might end up smashing my tv.

I am most seriously displeased.

Operation: Christmas tree

'Tis the night before my last Friday off before Christmas, and all through the apartment I can smell Christmas tree.

Let me just say that the last few weeks of my life have been consumed by choir concerts and rehearsals. This week I've had a bit of downtime, so I'm trying to fill it with some socializing before show week takes over on Saturday.

Did I mention that I have a singing solo in the Christmas show? And that I believe it will be the best thing I've ever done in my entire life? I am incredibly pumped about it. :) If you only see one Christmas show this year, come and see me.

After several attempts, I have finally managed to get a Christmas tree inside my apartment. The saga started last week when I went over to a friend's property to pick a real tree, only to find that he had no suitable trees within walking distance. Then on Monday I decided to buy one from a parking lot, however it was fracking cold, so the mission was canceled.

Tonight the stars were in alignment. Michelle and I went to the Superstore parking lot, where we were helped by a jolly gentlemen who was more than willing to find us a short and fat Christmas tree. He even sawed off the bottom with his super snazzy saw and let me keep the stump for my collection. And he had hearing aids!!

We also had our second annual viewing of the Lights of St. Mary's, aka "the Christmas light explosion of fun". Somehow it didn't seem as gloriously outrageous as last year, but there were some real winners. And the weather cooperated by giving us a fine dusting of snow on the ground. This year there was no tour bus to lead the way through the rows of houses, but we managed to find our way on our own.

And finally, it was time for the main event - smuggling the tree into my apartment undetected. I was the scout, and Michelle was the carrier. Piece of cake. We only left a few needles in the hall, which I quickly tidied up so that no evidence of our caper remained. Mission accomplished. Christmas may now commence.

Jul, jul.

So I'm smack in the middle of a very hectic week. Saturday I had Christmas show rehearsal. Sunday I had Christmas show rehearsal and a concert in Nackawic. Last night I had a dress rehearsal for my concert tonight. I had to miss Tuesday choir's rehearsal to sing in Monday's choir concert this evening.

Tomorrow night I have another concert. Then on Friday I have dress rehearsal for my weekend concerts. Saturday's concert is in Miramichi. Sunday's concert is in Freddy, but I may have another conflict with Christmas show rehearsal.

Thursday is my only free evening, and I plan to take full advantage of it by activating Operation: Christmas Tree (aka Lynda and Michelle smuggle a real tree into her "fake-tree only" apartment building). Shh. Don't tell anyone.

And did I mention that I have to work five whole days this week? And that I'm super super busy at work??

It's going to be busy, but it's also going to be lots of fun.